(Coming up with titles every day is hard! So sometimes I steal things my kids say and plop them in as blog titles. You don’t mind, do you? Thought not.)
It has been our mission over the last week or so to brush the cats every chance we get. This is because one of them has developed some impressive mats. It’s not his fault, especially. He’s got long hair and it’s matting in all four armpits of his. (Leg-pits? Under-legs? I don’t know, but you get the idea.) Naturally, it doesn’t feel good for us to brush at them a lot (cats have sensitive skin, especially on their stomachs, so I am learning), so we’re trying a comb, and I’m going to get a mat brush from Amazon (because the local pet store was absolutely useless in this regard). We don’t want to resort to a groomer ($$$, and he’ll hate it).
Yesterday was Memorial Day, and except for the really loud booms setting off near our house, it was quiet. I almost got a haircut, I almost cut my own hair, and I actually did watch quite a bit of Downton Abbey. This will be my 3rd watch-through (although I’ve only seen Season 7 once – not sure how I missed it the first time).
I got words written, too. While not the 2,000-3,000 I’d prefer to write, it was a respectable 657 fiction words (909 total words). I only spent .5 hours towards publishing, correcting a cover that got flagged at CreateSpace. Apparently, there aren’t enough pages for spine info. For that, I would like to blow a large raspberry at them. I fixed it, though, and my back cover spelling errors.
Um…yeah, that’s about it! I’m on a roll this morning, too, even though I didn’t get out of bed for my 5 a.m. alarms. At least I woke with them. Then I fell back asleep and had one of my obligatory “going back to work” work dreams. It was quite odd, with an interrogation by my boss about how the morning went (several things had gone wrong). Then another alarm went off, and that was the end of that. Thankfully.