I seem to have lost large chunks of yesterday and today, and I have no idea how it got to be 9:20pm on Friday night. I think there must be some sort of phenomenon that actually steals time. I may have a local black hole problem.
I spent most of the week at a friend's, where we put our minds to a writer's retreat, complete with good company, good food, good booze, and good entertainment at night. The only thing that would have improved things would be the presence of my cats. Though given the texts from the cat-sitters, it's probably for the best that I missed one cat barf-bombing the other. They are all quite pleased to have me back, with lots of meows & snuggles from Smudge, many lap demands from Rosie, and Rudie's lovely staring which so clearly means, "I LOVE YOU SO MUCH I AM GLAD YOU'RE BACK I THOUGHT I'D LOST YOU FOREVER!"
I don't know that I've ever seen one creature look at another that way.
At any rate, I got a lot of good words done during the day, tho' I still haven't nailed this time travel short story thing that invaded my brain and may end up being a novella at this rate. I thought I would get to that this afternoon or evening, but it's 9:20pm. I'll still put in some time, but probably won't get to where I hoped to get it today.
The parts of my brain that might come up with more interesting things to say here are now getting jittery to get into that story, so I'd best listen to them.
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