We’ll let it dry out overnight and try it again tomorrow. We can replace everything in the box with gear we have on hand so that’s not a problem.

And now it’s 1:04 PM and I’m finally settling down, which is nice.

Next up—got a vet appointment for Jeremy who has been shaking his head and shying away from touches under his left jaw. Could be an ouchy tooth—we’ll find out tomorrow morning.

The pool pump also stopped working, but that may be due to the enclosure door being left open and the insides got soaked.

Got to work and immediately had to find/print/update stuff. Finally contacted AAA and they sent a tech to the house. He was able to start the car by pumping the gas over and over (I had parked on the driveway outside the garage which is at an incline so that may have been the issue).

I am kicking myself for not registering all of my books. I only registered the first one and meant to do the others, but … money, you know?

Sounds like a plan to me.

*pinches bridge of nose, sighs*

Here we go again.

*curtsies*

And of course I meant “lock.” Sigh. I really need to proofread before hitting the publish button.

Stupid tiny phone keyboard.

And plans on bringing it out as a Christmas romance. Bet.

Because Hollywood writers think we’re writing romance solely for the money (ho ho ho). I mean, who would actually LIKE writing romance?

For the sentence, you win the internet. 👑

It can be entertaining to parse the sentences, and the larded-on praise is, well, something.

Yup, literally just deleted one of those a few minutes ago. They’re easy to spot, at least.

Does that mean diabetics are cheating with insulin? Feh.

This. I have two metabolic disorders and GLP-1 drugs are a goddamn miracle for my chaotic metabolism. But somehow a med that reduces my chronic inflammation and lets me eat like a normal person is “cheating.”