All this … plus wind, sleet, blowing branches.

This is a doozy, as they say.

Half the city is without power.

Not that I think someone up there is angry … but … All I am saying is somebody must have PO’ed somebody off somewhere.

Oh, what could it be that was done?

And to whom?

To moi?

Time will tell.

(Hint: yes someone did.)

So, I am posting this before the power goes out.

But I am writing a story, you know. If there was ever any doubt in my mind, recent occurrences have nailed it.

I am writing about it. All of it.

The crazy things that happen in my life are too good to not tell others.

So, as someone said somewhere … all my experiences are mine … to write about.

They do say … write what you know about. Right?

The pen. The sword.

Hurt me once, shame on you. Hurt me twice, shame on me. Hurt me three times … an idea for a book. Funny how that works.

All that stuff about paybacks …

Boy, good thing you didn’t do anything to try to hurt me, isn’t it?