Shock Value

I hit the hay last night at 10:30. I think Sandra is still getting over the shock. It’s a rare occasion when I am in bed before she is, but I was totally wiped out. Too many nights of burning the midnight, 1am and 3am oil in a row, I think.

Slept, too–like the proverbial!

I set the alarm for 6:30am and got up then, too. Sandra snuggled deeper into the covers as I padded about the bedroom getting clean socks, and my dressing gown and then crept out to shock the crap out of the cats by feeding them a very early breakfast.

Then, with coffee in hand, I made my way to the computer to find absolutely NO BAD NEWS in my inbox this morning. Sometimes, the universe can be kind. *beams*

It’s a dull, grey, rainy morning, but my mood is a sunshiney day one. This augers well for going grocery shopping.

Oh and I wrote! Not a lot, a 255 words net gain on the current WIP.

Sandra’s cat is curled up on the back of the sofa, mewing in her sleep. The shock of it all has been too much! LOL!

About megleigh

When not busy writing, Meg Leigh spends her time tending to the most pampered flock of chickens on Australia’s east coast. She would really like to have dragons, but has settled for chickens because they come pretty close. If you need proof of this, try offering a flock of chickens raw meat! (Meg would like to advise she accepts no liability for loss of fingers!) Meg also enjoys reading, keeping fit with her bunch of madcap mates at the local park, and spending time with her adult offspring whenever their schedules allow.
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