It's Wednesday morning. Five am.
As I sit here, I know I should be writing. Instead, I'm listening to a podcast and watching my baby shih tzus wrestle. Princess has my slipper. She's chewing on it. Pippin is dragging Merry by his tail. They growl. They nip each other. Then Merry pins Pippin.
They go back and forth, and I brush Princess' face. After I brush her, she grabs my work shoe, I put my shoes on the end table.
Today, I have a full work day with court all morning, and then a site visit. I tripped and fell down the stairs on Monday, and luckily escaped with just soreness. I still made it in to work, but it was difficult the last couple of days. I didn't feel great and was grumpy. I went to bed early last night with a heating pad after taking a couple Tylenols. I awoke at 4 am feeling much better.
Like I said earlier, I know I should be writing and I am. This counts right? It should. Writing is writing. And I'm writing.
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