Cooper always waits for permission to come up onto the bed. Every night. He’ll sit by the edge of where Liz sleeps and stare at me until I invite him up. And then he curls up right next to her pillow, and begins to give himself a bath.
This.
Dog.
It’s going to be a quick one tonight. I’m thumbing it with my phone and it’s time to be catching z’s anyway.
Work was good today. I was tired, but I pushed through and got a lot done. And I wrote. The beginning of a new scene, plus work on organizing my story. I felt…okay about it. I’m really trying to focus on just listening to my inspiration. It’s working so far. I feel out of practice and self conscious…but it’s better. I wrote good words. And that’s…amazing.
Night!