"Not supporting gay marriage doesn't mean not loving your gay friends as you love your straight friends." 

What a bunch of bullshit this statement is. As I always said, if you loved them then you wouldn't want to deny them any rights. 

Forgot to say that we went swimming on Tuesday, an hour later than we did the last time and they were just finishing up with the water aerobics. Even so, there were two women in the pool and three sitting at a table playing a game. As we were leaving, three more women made their way in. I swear I don’t remember the pool being this crowded last year or the year before. 

Our Internet provider was out (they peeked in one of my blogs earlier, LOL) and it turns out the whole street has no high-speed Internet. Tom says old people are hesitant to complain and so that’s probably why no one else called it in. Really? Is that why nobody says anything about the kids living in back or about the racket some people make in their garages during the cooler months? 

Anyway, SMUD fucked up some cables when they were working the other night, and even started a little fire outside someone’s house that burned a little bit of paneling off. This was down at the end of the street. The guy says it’s to be fixed in about a day or so, but for tonight I will be on the slower, less reliable Wi-Fi. I shouldn’t be online much either way because I’m busy writing and I will be out bike riding, too. It’s actually a little breezy, cloudy, and muggy, but it’s not as hot as it was the last two days. 

I’m doing my first trilogy - Enslaved, Rainstorm, and Nurse Chris. The first book is going to be based on a wacky dream I had recently. 

In Book 1, Rain is blackmailed by a woman who demands that she let her sleep in her basement and service her late at night or else she will kill her husband and see to it that a certain picture goes viral that she wouldn’t want to share. Eventually, Rain works up the nerve to tell her husband what’s going on and they move to another house. Just went they start to feel safe and comfortable, the woman reappears to Rain, but is never apprehended. 

In Book 2, they move cross-country and rent an apartment for a few months until they find a house that ends up across from one of Rain’s doctors. She gets another doctor and they become friends. The doctor, who was lonely after losing her husband, becomes obsessed with Rain and kills her husband, leaving Rain to believe that the madwoman tracked them down and killed him. But the doctor’s hopes of Rain moving in with her are dashed when Rain decides the doc simply comes on too strong. 

In Book 3, Rain has a nervous breakdown after the loss of her husband and ends up in the psych hospital. One of the nurses there comes to care for her, and Rain finds the feeling is mutual. When the friendly nurse learns of an insurance scam going on, she vows to break Rain out of the hospital despite rumors that Rain’s “madwoman” was never anything more than just a figment of her imagination spawned by a previous attack.