Bear with me while I type this. The Wi-Fi in the Denver airport is experiencing a bit of…um…turbulence. One minute I have four bars and the next minute it’s barely holding onto one teeny tiny bar.
Before I break into my long-winded, blogging song and dance, can I just say that my ring is looking especially “blingy” with the lighting in here? It’s all I can do to stop typing and just stare at it. Whoops! There I go again.
Okay, back to the task at hand. Ha. Hand, get it? I was just talking about my hand. (Seriously people, I’m tired—I’ve been up since four—and it’s too noisy in here to sleep… I won’t get mad if you stop reading now, because what I have to talk about isn’t all that alluring, and the corniness is bound to get worse the more I type. And I have four hours till my next flight, which means I can get a lot of blogging done in that time.)
Shoot. It turns out I really didn’t actually have a topic in mind when I started typing this (have I mentioned I’ve been up since four? With that said, I’m going to enjoy this time alone by closing my laptop, putting on some music and reading Love Walked In by Marisa de los Santos. (If you’re a regular then you know I like to add photos and link to things, but the turbulently Internet here is saying “no,” so you’ll have to google it yourself.
So far I’m only three chapters into it and I’m already in love with the writer’s voice. She describes things in a way that make me want to go back reread sentences. She makes me remember why I like writing. Here’s an excerpt:
Six hours till I see Kenny. adios!