I have currently been awake for 28 hours.  Since 7 am yesterday morning, I have: 

• Read and edited the entire first draft of a novel I’m working on (don’t get excited – it sucks.  But it’s like when you make pancakes.  The first couple are always lousy.  I’ll write something someday that will make it out of the Desk Drawer of Shame.) 
• Gone for a two-hour hike along the ocean.
• Gone for an extended swim in same ocean.
• Stepped on a jelly-fish (not actually on my to-do list, just thought I’d take another stab at the sympathy vote.  I mean, it was dead, so it didn’t sting me or anything…it was just really yucky.)
• Worked an eight-hour graveyard shift at the ol’ emerg dispatch, where I helped save 14,985 lives and wrote 688,324 reports.
• Enjoyed a 40-minute thrill-ride through the jungles of Bridgewater on Spike the Mountain Bike. 
• Updated my blog.  Twice.
• Finished the sketch for a portrait commission (it’s coming, Tanya – it’s coming soon) and transferred it to art paper.
• Scooped more cat litter than any human should ever be required to scoop. 
• Taken a leisurely stroll through the gardens surrounding my loverly home.

AND NOW:

I am curling up with Pyewackett the Magnificent and my new book, of which I hope to read no more than three pages before being swept away in the arms of my darling Morpheus.

The Hypnotic Gaze of Pyewackett the Magnificent