Why is it when your settling in to sleep your brain decides to kick into gear and all these new thoughts come crashing into your mind for a spontaneous party. Last night every time I closed my eyes I had new titles, new story ideas, new characters, and maybe just a verse or 500 of Good Charlotte's: The Anthem. Why? I have no idea.
So today I'm mega tired and I have so much to do that I'm not sure where to start... It's been raining here yesterday in just over 3 hours we got 15 ml and one very soaked cat (as Toby did a runner while Ethan was trying to put them into their cages for the night—it's laws herein my neck of the world is that they need to be locked up for the night so they can't attack the wildlife—mind you, my cats are too lazy to chase the wildlife—the wildlife on the other hand has no qualms about taking a bit out of my cats, which results in vet bills—hence the reason I keep them contained at night.)
It's been weird with Em having moved out and Steve away. Ethan, Nan & I are experiencing food that doesn't revolve around meet and mashed potatoes... we are loving vegetarian meals. But all that ends when the hubs comes home on Sunday—Though we've decided we can use the veg meals as side dishes to the hubs steak.
Though yesterday, I finally found my missing keys. They were my work keys, which gained me entry to all our construction sheds, as well as the house sheds, and Em's car... I've only been looking at them for a week. Luckily for me when Em left work to go to uni she kept her keys—I must remember to give them back the next time I see her.