I seem to have a new work routine; for much of the day I do the usual puttering about and multitasking. Sometime between two and four in the morning I come upstairs, get in bed with the laptop, and do some serious dedicated writing (and multitasking because I can't do just one thing for too long without my head exploding).
Trying to hash out a schedule for my trip to Cali. Ngargh. Progress may have been made.
Got up this morning to discover shreds of clear purple plastic all over the front hall. One does wonder how the boys got the catnip mousie off the fridge. How they got it out of the wrapping
staralshain put it in is fairly clear. Spent the day with drugged-out cats, who alternated between vigorous wrestling matches and sprawling around going, "Dude. Have you ever, like, looked at your paws?"
Section 94: 355 words. Done.
Section 95: 354 words. Not done.
Desperately want kitty snuggles, yes.
. . . as opposed to cats who dunk their paws in the cup of water that lives by the bed and then splash me. As a regular habit. That means you, Lennon.
Trying to hash out a schedule for my trip to Cali. Ngargh. Progress may have been made.
Got up this morning to discover shreds of clear purple plastic all over the front hall. One does wonder how the boys got the catnip mousie off the fridge. How they got it out of the wrapping
Section 94: 355 words. Done.
Section 95: 354 words. Not done.
Desperately want kitty snuggles, yes.
. . . as opposed to cats who dunk their paws in the cup of water that lives by the bed and then splash me. As a regular habit. That means you, Lennon.