The dog ate my homework
Or, I was busy crocheting last night and forgot to write a new post
I don’t have a dog anymore, and if she were still with us, she’d be more likely to be eating the zucchini and broccoli pieces that fall in the floor while I’m cooking. 😉
That’s just my lame excuse for not posting this morning.
Actually, I was busy cooking dinner (for once—I made burgers with sautéed peppers and onions, with a side of Uncle Ben’s microwaveable rice) and crocheting while Almost Eagle watched the NFL draft.
I decided to make a 2025 book afghan—and now I have to play catchup. I’ve finished four squares so far. Only 12 to go to catch up to my 16 finished titles so far this year.
My dog is crashed under my desk. We walked them today as well as yesterday so they're worn out. I haven't written, yet, today and my window of opportunity is closing rapidly. I am not one of those writers who can start at ten and write until two at night.