Pretend progress

I updated the printed out emails I have from and to my publisher.  In this way, I pretend that I am actually doing something forward-moving.  Now I will finish catching up on emails and get to work on the climactic scene in my latest novel.  That will be genuinely forward-moving. :)

4.5 hours later...

I'm back at my computer and trying to get back to the mode I was in when I left it.  Wish me luck.  It's an uphill battle, but as long as it isn't sisyphean, it'll be okay.

Morag is home!

That's right. Her Highness is home from the vet.  ;)  Her paw is stained with dried blood, but that's okay.  We have to give her antibiotics twice a day for a week, but that's okay.  We have to use shredded newspaper for kitty litter for the next week, but that's okay--well, I think it is; the kitty's jury is still out on that.  She has to stay indoors for the next two weeks, but that's okay--not good, but okay.  She's asleep on my lap right now and while I know I complain about her sometimes, I do so love Her Snuggliness!  And besides, I have valerian, so I should be able to sleep no matter what happens tonight. ;D  It worked wonders on Wednesday night.  She woke me up every two hours looking for food, but I went right back to sleep each time until 6am when she was too hungry to be lulled.  Yay, valerian!

In other news, I wrote about 2500 words today in spite of friendly interruptions. ;)  We're on our way towards the climax now, baby!

Let's see.  What else?  NordicBoy made a super, simple, tasty dinner tonight of flank steak, asparagus, and fingerling potatoes.  Oh can a glass of cab sauv.  Yum!  I think I'll soon ask him to bring me some coconut-walnut-banana bread  withn peanut butter on it for dessert.  Extra yum!