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Saturday morning census
The Saturday morning cat census here in East Winslow is:
Mozart in his hammock overlooking the Cat Garden
Scrabble on the heffalumps in Steve's office
Trooper, chasing his Special Green Spring up and down the hallway
The Saturday morning author census:
Steve in his office, tweaking and updating webpages, among other things
Sharon, still down among the commas, and hoping to be done with this part realsoonnow.
What's doin' at your house?
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Zeke the Little Gray Terrorist in the scratch lounge by the glass balcony doors, watching the local bird traffic.
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Good luck with the work down amongst the commas. The cats seem to have the right idea -- rest, work, or play according to age and inclination.
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*pauses to headpalm him*
suricattus on the sofa, thinking she should get up and clean the apartment if she's going to have company. Ot ignore the mess and work on Draft 0 so it can become Draft 1.....
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On a slightly longer time scale, doing pre-flight checks for Re-Reading All the Liadens, which I'm going to start on Thursday.
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And? It's hot and humid. Just so you know.
Hotter N Blazeses
Dogs of Summer