
This absolutely adorable piccie was sent to me by
swestrup. Hee! He knows ALL about my piggy obsessions. [But, then, again, it's no secret from any of you, either.]
In more normal life, I stayed up late, ended up abandoning what I was writing (for
brendan_vincent) because it required too much back story and fiddling. But, once again, I had a very deep sleep when I did fall into bed. Brekkie was Chicken divan with yellow/green beans and squash. And, then - yes, you guessed it - I went back to bed. It's not just because I'm tired, but my back screams at me when I'm on my computer, as the only seat I have is my ottoman with two bed pillows stacked on top. Can you say unstable? Yup, I thought you could. Lunch was two portions of 'shroom soup and a bagel. And dinner was a catch-all of the last of the cheddar as well as the last of the crackers left-over from the Jams & Jellies episodes (from the summer).
I'm still undecided whether I'll be in this week's stargate challenge. Coughing up my lungs has a way of ... diminishing interest and ability. Well, I still have a couple days to go. In the meantime, I think my lovely bed is calling out to me. Nighty-night, all. And sweet piggylicious dreams!
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Glad you had such a deep sleep. Can't wait to read what you wrote for Brendan-Vincent.
{{HUGS}}
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Alas for the fic, it's taking longer than expected, because of the serious nature of them hashing out life/work balance.
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I'm now changing my use of the expression "When pigs fly?!" to "When pigs wear rubber boots to play in the mud"