Nine years ago today, we adopted Cooper from Perfect Pet Rescue. It’s crazy it was that long ago. He still looks like a puppy. Acts like one, too. He never really changed much from when we got him to the adult he became. Granted, he was already about nine months old when we rescued him, so he was almost full grown…but still. I love that he’s stayed so much the same.
The other number on my mind tonight is seventeen. That’s how many pages I wrote today. Damn proud of myself. It was the number I needed to write in order to stay on target for my goal. If I can stick with the goals I’ve set, I’ll be done with this book in two weeks. That…will feel like a bit of a miracle. But, it won’t be. It’ll be the result of good planning and a solid system that’s taken me a long, long time to get working. It’ll be a triumph.
So…here’s to triumph.
Time for bed. Night night.