Manual labor v. manuscripts

I spent part of my day shoveling mulch. This reaffirmed my chosen career in writing. Hopefully, my fingers will still be able to type tomorrow. I'm pretty sure my arms will be useless.

New book I'm reading.

I hardly ever read non-fiction, but I'm reading a new book called, The Rite. It's written by a journalist who follows a modern day exorcist through his learning process. It's a wonderful book so far.

I think what I really like about it is that I'm learning, especially about the Catholic faith and Christianity in general. It's amazing how intricate the hierarchy is between God, the Devil, angels, demons and Man.

I'm not saying what faith I am or if I even think exorcisms, demons or angels are real. But I am excited to discover something new.

Recently overheard.

This conversation was overheard at a restaurant a few months back. A table of two girls, one very loud, was near ours.

The first bit of personal information: "I weigh 141 now. I weighed 139 in high school."

The loud girl went on to describe details about a health problem she recently found out she has, listing several alcoholic drinks she could no longer drink. A guy from another table actually named her disease to her (and the rest of the room). This was not enough to make her lower her voice.

She then proceeded to talk about stalking a guy on Facebook and how she erased her history afterwards, just in case. I found it interesting that she thought this guy might actually go into her internet history and spy on her.

Anyhow, she'd be a marvelous character for a book. Secondary though. One can only take so much.