Coops is having a puppy dream. Borkin away at something. What, we’ll never know.
It’s almost bed time. Like two minutes away. And the sleepiness is hitting me right on time. Haven’t even taken a melatonin. YET.
How am I? Been thinking about that question for a bit, getting ready for bed. I’m…okay. Not great. Not terrible. Felt a little bit of a productivity switch happen with the time change. I just…I feel so much better when the sun goes down an hour later. SO MUCH BETTER.
I got my writing done this morning. Nothing barn-burning about it, really. I have a shit ton of stuff to figure out before the scene-by-scene outline is going to make any sense to me, but I put in two solid hours on it today. Plan to up that to four hours soon. I have some other projects to finish first, but soon.
One of those other projects was finishing putting down the plastic sheeting on the front yard, which I did, finally. FINALLY. I still have to run it down our side yards and then some in the backyard, too, but the front yard was the most bananas. Let be, the front yard will explode out of control with weeds. Literally. Bat shit crazy with weeds. So, getting the plastic down is a massive, MASSIVE step in the direction toward re-landscaping out there. Felt good.
Missing Coco. I thought I heard her barking today. She’d bark when she was alone. Well, she’d bark whenever she wanted something, but I was out in my office with Coops, Liz was out and about, and sometimes when I was out there like that she’d bark…and I’d go inside and find her and she’d look at me like “where the fuuuuuck were you?” and I’d pick her up and hold her on the couch and she’d fall asleep there with me.
Miss her. So much.
Night night.