Would you rather drink dirty toilet water or eat dirty kitty litter? These are the questions that my wife asks me as I’m settling down to write my journal entries for the day. Wtf! lol. My answer was a simple shake of my head. That’s a no to both, thank you very much. Same-same. Equally horrendous. Not in the spirit of the game? That’s fine with me, call me a cheater. (It’s obviously toilet water only because it will go down easier and be over faster)
Joy goes ham on the blankets, often underneath our top layer, and then always ends up in the same place, between my legs. She’s so funny.
Writing was good! Just…too short. Tomorrow is going to be a 6-page day. It’s happening. You heard it here first. I really do mean it. I’m going to write the full 6 tomorrow. Deal with the panic around not getting into crunch time mode. It’s time. It’s a mindset. It’s go-time. Whew. I can do this. There’s still time.
I think that’s the thought to end on today, to be honest. It’s go time. Night night.