I’m super excited to announce that my mystery novel, Exposed Fury, comes out today. It’s at a reduced price today and tomorrow for release day, so if you’re like me, you’ll want to get in there early for the bargain. Here is the book trailer:
Y’all this coffee from the Democratic Republic of Congo is so delicious I could weep. It’s sweet and fruity and so delicate. It makes morning better. It makes walking the damn dog at six a.m. better. It’s a revelation paired with Sweet Thai Chili almonds. Shut up! You eat weird stuff for breakfast. Go to Lexington Coffee Roasters right now and order some before they run out. You will thank me in the morning.
I know the indoor/outdoor cats in the neighborhood have gotten old and have allowed you to proliferate in larger than normal numbers this year, so let me give you a few survival tips.
- If you squeeze past a barrier and find yourself in an enclosed space, turn around.
- If that enclosed space has a whiff of dog pee, turn around faster.
- If you see an actual dog on a leash in that area, and you don’t die right then, consider yourself lucky and leave.
- If you see the dog again on a leash, please understand, he will not always be on a leash in the enclosed area. Leave immediately.
- If you see the dog a third time on a leash, remember, this is not a permanent state. YOU ARE GOING TO DIE. LEAVE THE AREA IMMEDIATELY.
- If you’re still in the enclosed space after dinner. YOU ARE DEAD.
- Pro-tip: When the dogs come to kill you, try and angle your head toward the basenji and not the miniature pincher. You’ll have a much quicker, much less painful death. The mini-pin’s mouth just isn’t big enough to kill you in one quick blow.
This morning while I was walking Storm, we came across a sparrow and a cardinal fighting over a moth that they’d already ripped the wings off. The moth was still alive and making a kind of desperate clicking noise with it’s legs. The birds were so focused on trying to get the moth from each other that the sparrow almost ran into Storm’s mouth. Were Storm a slightly bigger dog he would have been able to pull me harder and get that sparrow. Alas, he’s under thirty pounds and couldn’t move me. The birds came to their senses at the last moment and flew away abandoning the moth. I thought the following things about the whole scenario:
- What kind of nightmare hell was happening for that poor moth?
- Are moths so tasty that they’re worth that kind of dangerous competition?
- Who had the moth first?
- Why couldn’t that cardinal easily take the sparrow? He was the bigger bird.
Nature is mysterious.
Here’s peppy moment of zen watching the waves.
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