I’m struggling to fend off a head cold today, and I’m afraid to say I’m losing the battle.
I had ideas for solid posts today: insightful, funny, perhaps a touch irreverent. Alas, my poor besotted brain couldn’t articulate any of those ideas into anything tangible for your consumption.
So, instead you are getting some more pictures of one of my kitties and another shameless self promotion.
A few days ago I found myself on the couch. Yes, that one, that wondrously evil pile of cushions and comfort and distractions. Once again, I had the full intention of working on editing my NaNoWriMo project, which I’ve dubbed Sierra Storm, but then Sara jumped up on the couch with me.
How could I work when all that cute was going on?
I’m so glad you agree that I absolutely couldn’t.
It certainly helps me feel less guilty about missing out on prime editing time.
And we could leave it at that, but then this happened:
I’m hoping that isn’t her review of my work…