I wrote until almost midnight last night, fueled by inspiration, an afternoon nap, and more chocolate than I will ever admit to consuming (only my dentist will know for sure).*
Two hours after the inevitable sugar crash cut me off mid-sentence and I dragged my doomed rear to bed, Sunny decided she was lonely and scared and her tummy hurt. I spent an uncomfortable few hours scrunched up in her day bed, before she was asleep enough to allow my escape.
My husband had rolled over in my absence, taking the covers and the cat with him. I took ‘em back and snuggled in.
And then my alarm went off.
That’s why whatever comments I’ve left around the Internet have been more incoherent than usual and why there’s not much of a post here today. At least, that’s my story and I’m sticking to it.**
Tune in tomorrow when I will explain why there is a giant stuffed gorilla in my living room, with photos.
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* I’m afraid to look at the pages, lest they be filled with references to Cadbury Crème Eggs and peanut butter meltaways.
**Since I’m about 35% sugar and chocolate solids right now—on the principle of you are what you eat—I’m sticking to everything . . .
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