You know how when you're little and you get a new toy, you wake up with that feeling that something wonderful has happened but it takes you a few minutes to remember what it is?
I woke up this morning with that feeling about the new book I'm writing. :)
I got out of bed and headed to the kitchen to find my sick-dog, and he met me with a wag and eyes that seem brighter. I think he might finally be on the mend.
Our foster pup made it through another dry night in his crate. I'm almost ready to officially declare him potty-trained.
And it's Friday.