Got my feet up on the hearth. Charley's curled up in his bed next to me. Candles flicker in the gloom and my laptop glows. Back when I was chasing kids around the house, wiping bottoms and eating macaroni and cheese leftovers out of the pot, if you'd told me I could have a life like this, I would have thought you were joshin' me. . .
Hump day's over and tomorrow, friends, is Friday, and the start of a three-day weekend. I may even get to see my husband more than the daily flash of facial hair that hovers over me in the wee hours of the morning when I open my eyes for a minute to bid the man goodbye and good day. . . .
Seahawks play on Sunday. Not much of a football fan but I like a good game and Seattle's enthusiasm is catching. . .
On my last chapter of the rough draft of my book. . . .
Hump day's over and tomorrow, friends, is Friday, and the start of a three-day weekend. I may even get to see my husband more than the daily flash of facial hair that hovers over me in the wee hours of the morning when I open my eyes for a minute to bid the man goodbye and good day. . . .
Seahawks play on Sunday. Not much of a football fan but I like a good game and Seattle's enthusiasm is catching. . .
On my last chapter of the rough draft of my book. . . .
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