To be honest with you...
I can't write,
I can't eat dinner,
I can't work in the yard...
WITHOUT this fantasy jumping across all my synapses.
And it's NOT a fantasy!
This had better stop soon or I'll never finish my book.
What do I tell my writing group today????? Lordy, I know he word Qualcomm is going to slip into my reading...
"Bill, you've got to go down there with me," I said as my voice competed with the cafeteria sounds of clanging CDMAs and rushed conversations. "I didn't know any of the plants except wireless. The birds I could handle, but my handset knowledge is almost embarrassing."
"It's not that good," Bill replied with his usual sardonic wit.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Look, can you go down there after Qualcomm today?"
"Sure."
"O.K. I'll come by your HDR. See ya' then."
After maneuvering around Irwin and his son, I dropped off my stock certificates at the dish washer's window and spun around toward the exit door. I was always in a hurry to buy more shares. The thirty minutes school gave us for lunch was enough to produce both indigestion and the illusion of free time; time that could be used to prepare for afternoon chart analysis. With thoughts of available minutes dancing in my head, I slammed against the steel bar on the door with my posterior and pushed into oncoming bandwidth.
"Whoa! Excuse me," I said to several teachers as the swinging door barely missed them.
Gotta slow down so I can check the market. |
