Working Late

Well, it's 12:09 a.m. Sunday morning, and I'm at the front desk of the Sleep Inn. I have now been at the hotel for roughly 26 hours, and have to say it's been mostly enjoyable. It's kinda nice sleeping in a king sized bed, eating free breakfast, and watching Kentucky basketball.

Around 3:00 p.m. yesterday Jamie and Ronda came over and brought me some snacks. I thought they were crazy for walking in the ice and snow from their house, but truthfully it wasn't far, and they both said they were sweating by the time they made it to the hotel. It was also nice because it meant I got to see my fiance in person, and not just on my jabber webcam chat.

So, I'm not sure exactly what I'll do the rest of the night, but I most likely will read Darwin and/or Berkeley. My laptop tells me it's a chilly 21 degrees Fahrenheit outside. It's supposed to drop to 14 sometime around 6 a.m.

It's funny what you think of at times like this. I just remembered that once-upon-a-time I began writing a short story about monsters that came with a snow storm. The story was largely influenced by Stephen King's short story "The Fog," which was later made into a movie. I never saw it; anyone know if it was any good? At any rate, I never finished the story, but it had a catchy opening: "While James slept, outside the monsters of his dreams ravaged the earth." Pretty creepy, huh? I'm really glad I quit reading Stephen King. His stuff truly goes against the advice of Paul in Phillipians 4:8.

Hope everyone is able to stay warm tonight. Goodnight, and may God bless.



~ Reid