Wednesday a.m.

And I’m up and typing. My eyes, they don’t work. It’s raining here—that does not help. If it keeps thundering, though, I will have saved myself a dog walk. Ursa won’t go out in thunder. That’s her new thing.

EDITED AT 7:13 a.m. 609 words this morning. Wish I could go back to bed.

By Published On: June 15, 2011Categories: Writing