Running So Late

I could blame the online Christmas party with Grace Bridges, Andrea Graham of Tales of the Dim Knight and Fred Warren of The Muse, but I left shortly before 9 PM, so that isn't fair.

I could blame this being the last official work day of the week. Thank you, Jesus for that. I'm ready to not be there for a few days.

I could blame the chance I'm trying to develop a cold (got the start of a beauty headache at the moment). I'm taking vitamin D, Airborne and stopping wheat consumption just in case. I do not want to be sick over Christmas. 

No, I need to blame the cats. With the advent of cold weather, I'm letting them stay upstairs at night instead of in the unheated basement. I keep waking up to Mica purring and kneading my neck. At least she isn't crying. I hate it when she cries. She's a colicky cat on her best days.

I wrote nothing story-related last night. I will blame the party on this one.

That's okay. Theoretically, I have almost the entire weekend to write. Church has shrunk to one mid-morning service on Sunday so folks can spend time with their families. That really only works if you have a family with whom to spend time.

I guess the cats count.

TT: That sounds like I'll be all alone all weekend. Not true. I'll be spending time with the human fam, just not every day. Frankly, I like being alone. I need the rest. Oooh! I might watch The Fugitive. 

I'd like to think I will use the time well. Make some Christmas presents, repair some clothing that's needed it for a while, try yet again to monetize my website, spend a little time with Jesus - that sort of thing. Odds are I'll be sleeping and watching Hellboy I and II. And Galaxy Quest. Gotta watch Galaxy Quest at Christmas.

I have no idea if I'll be posting. I will have all the time in the world to do so, but that's true of Saturdays. If I say I will, I won't. If I say I won't, I will. So I'll say maybe, and we'll see.

If I don't, Merry Christmas and Maligayang Pasco to everybody.