not fighting the good fight

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.






What are you working on there?
What are you working on there?


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:

Nom.  Nom.  Nom.
Nom. Nom. Nom.

I’m hoping that isn’t her review of my work…


22 thoughts on “not fighting the good fight

  1. I wish I had an evil pile of cushions and comfort and distractions, my couch is not so much greatness. But I have the kitty so technically distraction is fully covered! Feel better 🙂

  2. Evil couch, still on checklist. Distracting Kittie, yes, I have one of those. But I want yours, too, to add to my growing online kitties list. I’ll have to add some pics of my own cat, she has similar markings to yours. Hope you feel better soon. 🙂

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