I have no excuse for not writing the last couple days except that I could not think of a single thing to say. For a blogger, I think that’s a valid excuse for not posting.
I’m busy with way too many details in the big bedroom re-do project, still nursing my aching back and therefore not sleeping well, and trying to get the kids where they need to go when they need to be there. I’ve also been working a little, and doing my darndest to stay indoors during the hottest part of every day.
Millie hasn’t brought in any more little critters—live or dead—though not for lack of trying. She’s a determined little thing. I got her a metal ID tag that makes more tinkly noises than the plastic one did. She’s tried to get me back for that by smothering me while I sleep. I swear, the cat will NOT leave me alone at night. This morning I woke up with fang marks on my neck, so I suspect she’s looking into murderous techniques other than suffocation by cat blubber.
The thing is, if the fang marks aren’t from Millie, it can only mean that vampires have attacked me (poorly) while I slept. This has been a fear for as long as I can remember, and so I always sleep with my neck covered. I decided long ago that if a vampire approached me while I slept and saw my neck covered with a sheet or blanket, he wouldn’t go to the trouble of moving the sheet or blanket aside, or biting through it or anything like that. Apparently *my* vampires are kinda lazy. One of the most unsettling parts of the back pain I’ve been experiencing is that I frequently have to sleep sitting up, and that means it’s difficult for me to keep a blanket shoved up around my neck. Stupid gravity.
…And now guess who’ll be having nightmares tonight? I blame you.