Sleep is becoming a fond memory
Yesterday involved no writing. There was a contest mentioned by price that I really wanted to get into (basically you must write any kind of crappy novel before November 31. The only rule is that you have to sign in and must put together at least 50,000 words. Piece of Cake! Unfortunately I waited too long.
My mother's friends are here today so the house is full of little old ladies (little? Ha! I'd back them against the football team of your choice in a barroom brawl) and they are celebrating Nola's birthday.
I have a host of phone calls to make today. Off to it!