sleep, beautiful sleep

Almost nine straight hours of slumber last night, the kind where you wake up knowing you really put all your effort into it [g]. Between that and the peppermints I bought yesterday and the very mildly seasoned (but still tasty) supper I ate last night, I feel like a human being again.

As a result, I had an over 1000-word day today. I'm back to where I was before I lopped four chapters off a month or so ago [sigh].

Making progress. As a lady I knew back when I lived in Appalachia used to say, I'm moving like a herd of turtles.

I-van!!!

I took the boys out back with me when I went outside for a little bit this afternoon. Ivan (who is by far my more adventurous cat) wandered out of sight, which he's done a number of times before, and hadn't come back when I was ready to go back in. I thought, okay, he'll be back in a bit. He's never gone far before.

But it's been three hours and it's getting dark, and I've canvassed the neighborhood, and I can't find him.

I'm sure he's okay, but I'm worried.

Dammit.

Morgan pulled this on me once -- he didn't come home till the next day. But I really wish Ivan would come home. Now.

ETA: He's home. Scratched at the door, then trotted in, tail held high, all but radiating, "wow, that was fun", drat him [g].

well, yay!

Grimm's back. After a two? month hiatus. Waythehell too long ago, anyway.

And the episode ended on a cliffhanger. Which is fine, because they're not making us wait another two months for more.

This was my favorite new show last season. I think the premise is cool (grimms are those who police the were-folk living among us is a gross oversimplification) the lead (a cop, of course) is IMHO a dead ringer for Lord Ivan Vorpatril (except that his eyes are blue), and Monroe the sidekick is probably my favorite TV sidekick ever. Plus, Portland!