Today I'm just blogging to keep up the pattern. My stomach is full of bloated rice, my cat is already asleep, my other cat is dozing on the heating vent, and my husband is reading his book. He's almost done.
I finished reading another book. "The Seer and the Sword" by Hanley again. Finished it in one day. And now I'm going to go to sleep dreaming of oracles and princes who yearn for peace. And my husband, who is my prince and yearns for peace in many things. Sometimes I wish I could be an oracle. But I'm sure that would just suck. Tarot cards are bad enough, aren't they?
I meant to work on another story idea, but ... I actually did lose track of time this time. Cooking and watching Two and a Half Men took up a bunch. Not to mention I didn't get home until almost 830 or past. Probably past. Before I knew it, it was 10am. Now it's almost 1230 and I have to go to work tonight, out the door by 915 so we don't have to rush on slushy and icy roads to get there in time.
Well, maybe I can write for a little bit, hm?
G'night.
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