Until I can write something coherent again, critters.
When Pete is not sleeping or reminding you that his food bowl is empty, he is imparting helpful zombie-killing tips to kid #4.
Often Pete unfolds himself in a multidimensional space outside our space/time continuum so that he can occupy the maximum space on the bed.
Since I am currently chained to my desk and unable to attend any "fun activities," I missed the Krewe of Barkus dog parade in the French Quarter. But the boys got to go and take Wilson. Here he is with their Aunt Lisa, in a rare moment where he has stopped wiggling enough to be photographed.
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I find that proofreading can seriously distort my perception of my own writing. I stop being able to read it as a story and can only view it in analytical terms.
ReplyDeleteThat is all I can say, because my weekend was brain-exploding and it doesn't seem to have stopped. Things I never expected to happen are coming out of the woodwork.