Thursday, March 14, 2019

"We were expecting someone, you know, older."

Wherein Jack sniffes milk.

It dawned on me this morning that my daily routine involves me sniffing my milk before I pour a glass. (Yes. I drink milk every morning. There's so much debate on it being healthy or not so take my milk as you will.)

Why does Jack sniff her milk you might ask? Simple. To make sure it's not gone bad. See? My weird habit has a good explanation. Now if only I didn't look so weird when I go over to friends houses and sniff their milk...

My shoulder is starting to feel better. Still can't run the Olympics. But maybe tomorrow. Did it ever hurt getting the knots out of it though.

I've still been taking it easy today without allowing it to stiffen back up. A hard thing to balance.

Tonight when I get home I plan to submit to another publisher I found. I also need to try and write as well. Lots to get done.

I haven't finished Saints and Soldiers yet, but from the part I got to I can tell it's going to rip my heart out and make me cry. Fun times.

That is all I have. Farewell!!


  1. Oh, I'm often told I'm weird for sniffing things ... yarn must always be sniffed. And anything soft. Wool, especially. Actually anything ;D

  2. My wife sniffs food. Not milk though as we don't drink it.


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