It really is foggy here today. I can barely make out the barn on the other side of the road- although I can hear the creature that lives in it. Terrible sounds; the click of teeth, the pawing of a clawed foot. I think it is hungry but I don't have a sacrifice for it today. Maybe tomorrow, after I find a wayward stranger.
Just kidding. The stranger doesn't need to be wayward. Actually, it doesn't need to be a stranger either.
That reminds me, totally unrelated subject, I am having a coffee hour at my house if anyone wants to come. . .
I really need to stop procrastinating and get to work. I have a lot to do this week and I don't know if the the boy's sleep habits and daylight savings are going to mesh or if he will be a sleepless, crabby zombie attempting to turn me into the same.
I best get to writing before he wakes. The next chapter awaits me.
Loving Hard Through the Horror of Being Five
1 week ago