I love what I do

One of the reasons I love what I do is that each chart, each piece of mail, each encounter is a potential learning experience. A couple of years ago, I was at a party, and one of the guests attempted to blindside me with a question about what I do. But the truth of the matter is, I truly enjoy writing my scopes. I do it because I like it; earning a living off what I love to do is just a bonus. Sort of a sedate Fourth, if you ask me. I think it’s better that way, too, as I’m up before the dawn for breakfast with Elaine [Leo], then off to the radio station for another phone in show for a few hours. I did take a stroll, and I did stretch my legs on the trail yesterday afternoon. Some point, right around 98 degrees, it gets hot. Up to 90, though, that’s still rather coolish — means I barely break a sweat. I hopped by Bubba’s office [he was filling in for Tech Support], and we had some Italian food, then hung around the trailer park for a spell. After the sun set, we found our way down to Sonic, for the purpose of watching fireworks go off, watch the traffic go by, and of course, a chili cheese dog with tater tots — it’s the holiday — it’s what you’re supposed to do. The strains of music were wafting on the air, but I couldn’t quite place it — I miss the conjunto and stuff that should be required on a day like today. For that matter, Independence Day, I always thought that was in March… it’s a Texas thang, I reckon.