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A Friend For Life

Due to medical challenges I experience, I hired a young lady three years ago. She assisted me with everything from personal needs to weight lifting, doing a stellar job, I might add. We’ve had our differences over the years, but have come to be fast friends. Much to my sorrow and once again due to medical reasons, Wednesday will be my friend’s last day as my assistant.

On a brighter note, we reside close enough together to retain a relationship, and she will be available if the need arises to fill in for the one who takes her place. There is much to celebrate in the three years we have known and worked together.

I dedicate this post to Brenda, letting her know she will be missed.

May God bless you richly, and have a wonderful week.  

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Hot Monsters, Hot Peppers, Hot Salsa. Will This Hot Mess Ever End?

I decided to take a break from penning my latest novel, Dalon Con. The story is set on a world called Burrus Plax. It’s a sci-fi/dystopian/fantasy/action adventure hybrid with a heavy dose of time travel.

I was taking this short hiatus from work to indulge in a bit of nourishment. My personal assistant, Brenda, disagreed with me on the amount of salsa that should be scooped into the chip of a similar name.

First, let me explain my need for an assistant. It’s not because I think I’m some highfalutin pretty boy what needs some varmint to get their hands dirty for them. (Kinda reminds you of Yosemite Sam, don’t it?) The fact is, I woke up with a touch of Multiple Sclerosis this morning and needed some help typing (among other necessities).

Now, let’s get back to the important thing at hand. I am a lover of hot stuff when it comes to food. I chose to eat a rather hot salsa, so when it comes to plunging my chip into the fiery liquid, I tend to dip conservatively. My assistant, being unable to ingest foods containing capsaicin, is of the opinion that a scoopful should be just that, a scoop that is full.

Coming to the conclusion that we would have to agree to disagree, Brenda and I crept back into a world full of hair curling, nasty mega-monsters, time snatchers and a dystopian landscape . . . but alas, no capsaicin.

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