I pass this a time or three when doing laundry.
Would that be “Priming”? I’m not certain. It doesn’t matter. Season 5, Episode 5. I’m entranced, and it looks like it won’t let up for another season and a half. I might as well get it out of my system. I’ll take a break sometime around 9-ish and get some words in, then go back to it.
Might as well admit when I’m beaten, yes?
I wrote words last night to keep a streak – 24 fiction words. Blog words went much better, at 848 total words, due to the monthly review that let me blather on. (See? Downton Abbey. Right there. Proof. Thank you, Mrs. Hughes.)
The day was fine until I got home. I mentioned yesterday with the photo of the cat what happened, so I won’t rehash it. Suffice to say that I hope everyone is now better informed about what to do when a cat doesn’t show up for lunch. There aren’t many places to hide.
And today I’ve just been swimming in guilt. And watching TV. I’ll stop now and post a pretty picture and yeah.