Flatness

I’ve been sitting on my bum all day and it feels oh-so-flattened. Ouch. I supposed I should get up and take a walk.

It’s actually been raining which is really rare in the summertime. Rain is usually reserved for wintertime. But rain it did. It also did a little thunder and lightening dance which I adore. It was the rolling thunder, not the scary kind.

Not scary to me, anyway.

The dog has a different opinion.

Poor thing, I was up half the night with his quivering self. Even clad in his Thundershirt, my poor Jinks-y was a terrified mess. He wore us both out. Finally, he quieted down around 1:00, only, to unquiet around 4:00 when another storm system thundered through. This time, I was too tired to be sympathetic. I just let him into the bedroom, made him sit by my side of the bed and patted his head. The pats were sporadic. Jinks was forced to nudge my hand whenever he needed the assurances provided by said pats.

I swore I’d take a nap today, but then I got so engrossed with the novel I’m writing, that I forgot. Jinks did not forget. Still clad in his Thundershirt, he’s spread out on the carpet catching up from his terrible night.

So here I am, napless and flat-assed, but another 21 pages under my belt.

Which reminds me…you are cordially invited to visit my website. I’ve been working on that as well. Got my books listed. www.2inspire.us

Happy Sunday Afternoon! I’m going for a walk.