I was Thinking, or Not

Just don't want to go out today, I think I want to stay in.  It's not raining, there's no real reason to not go out.  I just can't find a good enough reason to go out.

I have reached chapter 7 of "The Flame and the Arrow: Dark Fantasy Paranormal Romance (The Annika Brisby Series Book 1)" by Emigh Cannaday, Fiona Jayde, and it only seems to get better, though not so much that I can't put it down yet.  I have been reading another book, and that one is taking my interest at the moment, but that only proves this one doesn't have the power to draw me off the other one.  Still a good read, worthy of the effort so far.  You can start reading it for free: http://amzn.to/2b1GFfC, if you would like to follow along. Peace JD

As things settle out I realise that I need a staff.  The very least is a driver and shotgun, a ma'am for the house, and two private staffers, to work effectively.  I also need a nice young family operate the farm, they should have at least the idea of four or five children, but we can supplant that with woofers for the time being. Besides an agent, which will probably be a junior lawyer, I will need a lawyer and an accountant, which are services for hire for some, but will have to be retained for me. All I want to think about is reading and writing, be damned about the rest, that is what the staff is for.  This should have been started several years ago, but my grandchildren will thank me, I can hope. Peace JD

I'm expressing myself in the sincere form, without perjury I hope.  It is this true nature of mine, that initially conjures all manner of fantasy as to the intention of my prime directive.  To that I say, let them that hath wit follow, wit not be left behind. Peace JD