I crashed earlier today for a nap, when the Tax Deductions were also in Slumberland for their mid-day snooze. And I had a very odd dream. I was trying to wake up (in the dream), because people came to look at the house. (We're on the market, and God willing, we'll sell the darn house soon.) So while they were looking, I was in bed, trying to wake up. A dog came upstairs and went into my bathroom and started drinking water from the toilet. This was odd because (A) we have two cats, no dogs, and (B), I wouldn't have my worst enemy drink the water from the toilet--yuck!
Meanwhile, Backspace is temporarily offline, I haven't written a thing today, and I'm feeling grumpy. But I did come up with an idea for HELL'S BELLES cover art, and I started the brainstorming thing for the next book, affectionately referred to as HB2. Yay, me!