I am now on the Twitter. My handle is @DanSchwent. Dantastic and everything else I tried was taken.
For most of June, I'm interviewing the Forbes 25 reviewers from Goodreads (or reasonable substitutes.) Check it out at Shelf Inflicted.
I've discovered I'm a book hoarder rather than a book collector so I'm cleaning house! I got rid of over 100 books yesterday and I'll be doing the same thing again in a couple weeks.
The phrase "Kill the boy so the man might live" from Game of Thrones keeps resonating in my brain. Consequently, I'm trimming the fat as far as possessions go. My gf and I will be living together fairly soon and I need to clear the way before I roll out the red carpet.
Yesterday, I did quite a bit of yardwork at my lovely girlfriend's house. I put a rock wall I tore apart last week back together, mowed, and then tore down a ton of honeysuckle. Today, I woke up and felt about 90 years old. My office job has softened me up like veal.
How did I let this happen? I used to lift weights every day. I've been slacking the last few weeks but that shouldn't make me less resilient than the average kindergartener. After lounging around most of the day, I feel like I'm about 60. Hopefully I'll be back to normal tomorrow.
Yesterday, my lovely girlfriend took me on a murder mystery train. It was a lot of fun. As an added bonus, in addition to the characters on the train, there were other people dressed up, one man as a 1920's prostitute.
It was a fun a time. The food was way better than I thought it would be considering we were riding an ancient train in the middle of nowhere. I thought I had the murderer pegged but I was wrong. No one else on the train figured out who the killer was either so my honor as a detective is still relatively intact. No shown are the pictures of me battling the Senator's goons on top of the train or me decoupling the cars.