Good morning!
Well, I just finished making the kids breakfast, and they'll soon be off to school. Since this is Karla's day off, I'll let her have the computer this morning and I'll probably go back to bed for a few hours.
Mondays aren't so bad when you think about it.
Then I'll get back to writing this afternoon and work on drowning this guy I'm writing about. I'm intending to keep this story nice and tight, somewhere between three and four thousand words, and much of it dialogue. Hopefully, I'll have it done in the next few days.
Then there is the matter of this messy kitchen. My gentle, artistic soul recoils from such harsh peasant duties, but I guess it's the cross I have to bear.
Sigh! At least my cats understand me.
No, your cats don't understand you. That is a cat lie they tell you so you will keep feeding them. Mine use purring on my chest as their hook to get me to keep buying cat food. Somehow, it is supposed to balance out the utter chaos they have left in their wake BEFORE they crawled up on my chest and looked cute.
ReplyDeleteMy two cats are little old ladies now. They don't cause chaos so much as try to suffer through the chaos brought forth by the kids.
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