A weird thing happened today.

There I was, writing Albert Oesterle’s tale of World War II, minding my own business, when suddenly the overwhelming desire to go for a jog took over my mind. This new and foreign sensation lingered in spite of being completely ignored.

Then, thinking this could be a once-in-a-lifetime occurrence, I saved, closed my laptop and stood. Upon standing I took pause to identify whether or not this action sufficiently satisfied the strange urging. Nope. I strolled to the closet where my sneakers lay nestled nearly as comfortably as I was on the sofa mere moments ago.

Who wouldn’t want to keep their ties neat and straight? Really.

Who wouldn’t want to keep their ties neat and straight? Really.

Before venturing into the outdoors I further tested the validity of this weirdness by organizing my husband’s tie rack. I contemplated if my dream of spending extended periods of time living in an RV could ever actually become reality if it involved people who do not hold perfectly organized tie racks in such high regard. (My family.) The obvious answer is extensive therapy prior to any RV excursion. Then, I clipped my fingernails. Writers with long nails can NOT be trusted. After adding water to my drooping birthday bouquet of daisies, I realized all of the WWII “do what needs to be done” and “whatever it takes” type of rhetoric must have actually inspired action and my delay tactics were not working.

Off for a jog I went, but first I snatched the leash from the back door hook and secured ten-pound Pupcake for the ride. Don’t judge. The tiny little athlete really loves to run. The wind blew through our hair as we fulfilled our destiny across the drive, around the cul-de-sac and toward the lake, er pond. We must have gone a full half-mile before arriving back home, panting and gloriously content with ourselves.

This WWII stuff is really powerful. As I continue, maybe I will be forced to satisfy an undeniable urge to lie on a beach somewhere. I think Navy people do that a lot.

Pupcake is a fierce runner and jumper, a shoo-in for doggie Olympics.

Pupcake is a fierce runner and jumper, a shoo-in for doggie Olympics.

I can’t wait to introduce you to Mr. Oesterle and his harrowing experience aboard a ship that now lies somewhere on the floor of the Asian Pacific.

Gasp.

Have I revealed too much? Just to ease your mind, I’ll let you know he survives. Rest peacefully … while simultaneously anxiously awaiting the release of WWII Memories – Lieutenant Albert Oesterle Dental Corps US Navy. You’ll be the first to know when it comes out!