land lines ring

Monday mornings are usually reserved for rest and recuperation. Of course, I’ve got a few friends who are a little more insistent when it comes to getting a hold of me. The land lines ring, the fax goes off, the beeper, and finally the cell number — and didn’t I turn that thing off? Guess not. It looked like it was going to be nice day, but I swung open the trailer door, and it’s a little too cold for my tastes. And after such a lovely weekend on the coast, too. The Texas Gulf Coast is largely undiscovered, except by some Spanish and French explorers a few centuries back, and the seasonal migration of fun seeking surfer types and so forth. But between the end of hurricane season, and the beginning of spring break, it’s got to be one of the most ideal places in the world. I did manage to grab a decent cup of coffee this morning at Jo’s, on South Congress. But the biting wind wasn’t conducive to sitting around and enjoying a morning beverage in an idyllic outdoor setting. Back to work.