TWO HUNDRED AND NINETY-EIGHT

It is eight o'clock in the evening here at The Waltz Compound. Usually I wait until the next day, but I didn't feel like it. This morning we headed out to church. Sunday school was relaxed and we had some interesting discussions that managed to touch on the stuff we were supposed to be studying. That was a change of pace.
Then we went to service and it covered Ephesians. It was then that I made a few decisions. Will I stick to them? I would like to think so, but we all fall short and I expect that to happen to me.
Anyway, from now on I have decided to do the following;
Write everyday. And by write I mean things that are being written to sell for money. This is something I don't usually do. This blog is on it's way to winding up and I have every intention to submit it to various publishers when it's finished. It might fly, it might not. Money making writing is now, starting Monday, a thing that will happen every day.
I will stop cursing at home and in public. It's not necessary and I imagine that coming up with more original, descriptive adjectives that don't rely on profanity will be a lot of fun.
I handed in my resignation at Rancho Carne. No more reviewing porn. To be honest, it all seems so damned cookie cutter anyway and gets dull fast. So, that's out.
Now, for the fun one.
I will open a coffee shop. This is something that Martha and I have talked about for a while and I'm tired of talking about it. I have spent the last few hours researching on line and have some initial things going that will help provide more information concerning this endeavor. The place is called Video Cafe and it will incorporate a video store with a coffee shop. There's something like that up on campus, but my idea is more intimate and will actually meld the two concepts. The one up on campus is two separate entities under one roof. Video Cafe will be all inclusive, one place. I think it will work so, now the reading and research begin to see how to do it and how to secure the financing for it. I'm excited and petrified at the same time.
Martha and the big kids should be home from youth group, in fact I can hear them now. Gotta go.