Poor Ted. He was at work until midnight last night and got up at 7 to go back again today. :( His backups at work exploded and he’s been trying for three days to get things working again. Poor Ted. :(
Me, I got 2300 words written this morning, am making bread, have vacuumed the downstairs (not that you can TELL, because the DOG HAIR won’t PICK UP) and in a moment I’m going to go clean the kitty litter, because I know how to have *almost* as much fun as Ted does.
I think later I’ll go on a walk. If I were really swell, I’d write some more, but I donno if I’m that swell.