It's been raining since about 6 p.m. last night. The dogs are nice and dry in the garage since the backyard is a giant mud puddle, and I'm comfortably ensconced at my desk at work.
But rainy days are PERFECT writing days for me. How I long to be at home, watching the rain fall outside, and tapping away at my novel, the two dogs stretched out beside me.
Instead, I'm at work, actually working, and wishing I wasn't.
I did manage to write last night, thank goodness.
And now, I'm struggling to keep my eyes open. Darn it! I'm trying to kick my Diet Pepsi habit and I don't like coffee, so I don't have my caffeine jolt in the morning.
If you see my eyelids propped up by toothpicks, you'll know I won the battle over caffeine. :-)
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