A happy day

Most of my days are happy ones even though the future is not as sunny as it could be for me. I do suffer from COPD - a progressive lung disease. But I cannot stay gloomy for long. Just not in my nature, although one reader commented on my "dark bent" in my writing. Perhaps I release my dark side through the keyboard so I can be sunny and bright. But I can be snippy too. A bad habit of mine.

I will be finishing the garage this morning and maybe I will be able to finish chapter 36 while my mom naps through some old movie. She watches the old black and white ones or rather sleeps through them. My brother has nicknamed the channel the ghost channel because everyone in the movie is dead. She likes Murder, She Wrote too. Yesterday she was in heaven - 4 hours of Angela Langsbury. I was tired and went to bed early, hence my happy feeling today. Only problem was I did wake in the middle of the night with a sciatica cramp. Goodness, I hope I do not have to deal with that again. Quite painful. If I could have a new pair of lungs then I would be in great shape - low cholesterol, perfect heartbeat, excellent blood sugar levels, and every other test comes out perfect all but my stupid oxygen levels. If only I could qualify for a lung transplant. if only.

Well, today will be a busy morning and I have to cook dinner tonight. I will serve wine of course and my meal plans have changed. I may pull out my slow cooker and throw a pork loin in it. Along with some scallop potatoes and asperagus and hot apple slices. A little coleslaw for the salad and dessert. OR something else. I just don't know. I don't have any french onion soup or I would make that shepard's pie.

enough about food and work. Let us get to the post for tomorrow. Blake. It is all about Blake. I will be sitting on the edge of my chair after I post this chapter. What will people think? I lost some readers this week, but, hey, I figured I would have lost most of them by now. lol So a hundred readers is not much at all.

Blake's backstory answers many questions the readers have asked and a few they have not. Blake is not an only child, his father is not nice as I have shown, and his life was not rosy. But he, like me, is a happy person. He likes to smile and be around people. He truly loves life as do many people with a sadness in their life. It is almost as if we are making up for that as we go about living.

I have said I love all my men but I never said they were perfect. No one is perfect as Darcy once admitted. Especially not him. As the story chugs along towards the Rosings scene we get to see that everyone has family pressures. We all do. But how we cope with the pressure is what gives us character.

till tomorrow when one of my characters shows his character.

gayle