It is 1:27 a.m. I have just sent a new partial to my editor. I would have been finished a while ago, except my dog is freaking me out. Panting, shaking, going outside four times (the last on a leash). Running around the yard, coming back in, running to the back door, coming and sitting practically in my lap and shaking. Then she runs upstairs - which is forbidden - and I have to literally drag her out of my daughter's room.
Freaked out? You betcha.
My friend Jenna thinks it might be coyotes. I think she might be right. Haven't seen any in our subdivision, but it wouldn't surprise me. Then again, I haven't heard any either.
The doors have been checked like three times.
And I had four hours sleep last night. The most I will get at this point is five, before the alarm goes off. And that's if I get to sleep as soon as my head hits the pillow. Do I think that's going to happen? *shakes head*
ANYWAY, the good news is I've written over 12k in 3 days to get this new partial good to go, and I'm whipped. I am taking tomorrow morning off, I think. I'll check e-mail and perhaps curl up with a book. Or maybe nap. That is sounding REALLY good right about now.