Today was a day of trains and zoos and Spiderman. My son turned three, and we spoiled him as much as we could. Pizza and waffles. Tigers and frogs. Cake! Oh my.
I've been reading Cryptonomicon, and finally reach that page count where I'm suckered in. Stephenson's chapters are frenetic minutiae with kick-in-the-gut closers that keep me turning the pages. The book is thick -- over 900 pages. At my careful pace I'm not likely to finish soon. But, I'm hooked on the interwoven story line of WWII cryptography and millennial Internet biz wheeling and dealing. I'm eager to see where it all goes.
A friend and I have kicked off a writing exercise exchange to keep on task. We started with a simple 1,000 word piece with bite. I quoted a snippet in the previous post. I surprised myself with a simple, straight-shooting piece of fiction that I turned out to enjoy quite a bit. Our next step is cleaning up the 1,000 words, maybe expanding them into 2,000.
Now if I can catch a break from all the homefront activities to repair some water issues on the house. Once I get that cleaned up, it'll be a load off my mind. I'm always amazed how stressed I get with home repairs, even ones that aren't worth losing sleep over. Give me a week, some drywall patching, a new window sill, and I'll be young again.
