I have not accomplished very much this morning. Four hours and I don't know much more than I did when the coffee pot was still full:
The weather is weird. Forks weird.
The dog is strange.
Chapter Five is not cooperating.
I can't skip Chapter Five and go to Chapter Six. Too many little dependent details.
My desk chair squeaks.
The stink in the office was not a cat thinking outside of the box. It was some other unspeakable yuck lurking in the wastepaper basket.
The coffeemaker made a full pot of coffee this morning. But it was half caff. Not cool.
My favorite coffee mug is missing.
Right now I am more Titus than Annie. I really need my favorite coffee mug. I will be embarrassed by this hang up after I find my mug.
I do not like drinking coffee out of a regular sized mug when I am writing. A normal mug is empty by the time I travel from kitchen to computer. Maybe this is throwing off my groove.
The dog is strange.
Chapter Five is not cooperating.
I can't skip Chapter Five and go to Chapter Six. Too many little dependent details.
My desk chair squeaks.
The stink in the office was not a cat thinking outside of the box. It was some other unspeakable yuck lurking in the wastepaper basket.
The coffeemaker made a full pot of coffee this morning. But it was half caff. Not cool.
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Right now I am more Titus than Annie. I really need my favorite coffee mug. I will be embarrassed by this hang up after I find my mug.
I do not like drinking coffee out of a regular sized mug when I am writing. A normal mug is empty by the time I travel from kitchen to computer. Maybe this is throwing off my groove.
3 comments:
Ok...tomorrow I am bringing over the Thundermuck beans...no more decaff for you!
Table dog!
Thrift stores are great sources of massive mugs.
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