Today was a perfect day to place my butt in the chair and write.  I couldn’t go out and play in the garden because we had a constant drizzle of rain all day.  DH had the dogs pretty well worn out when I got up.  The only other thing that screamed for attention was to pay the bills.

     Do the bills or write?  Bills or write?  No contest there.  I poured some coffee, turned on the computer, pulled up three of my books and began my juggling act.  A paragraph here, another one there, some dialogue in the third, I was humming along and then the phone rang.

     The mother-in-law, DH had to run over to her house for another ‘only her son can take care of it’ situation.  Here we go again.  I knew he’d come home exhausted.  While he was gone, I made sure the dogs went out, twice.  I decided what to make for dinner—something that would take long enough for him to squeeze in a nap when he got home.

     An hour and a half later, he dragged through the door.  I sent him up for a nap and crated the dogs so they’d be quiet.  Both dogs passed out, snores emanated from the crate within minutes.  Oh, yeah he’d tired them out for sure.  I set a timer to stop me when I needed to start dinner then went back to the computer to do more writing.