Close readers may have noted that I missed last month’s slot. Close readers may also remember that the month before that, I had just taken in a foster puppy.
Yes, those two things are related. And I am here to tell you that writing a book, maintaining a Patreon, holding down a part-time office gig, dealing with a pandemic, fighting for democracy AND housebreaking a puppy is exhausting.
But – as everyone expected – I foster-failed, and now the household of two has officially and legally become a household of three. The puppy is four months old and (mostly) housebroken, and Castiel the Cat has learned that if he hisses and swats at her nose, she will stop trying to Make Him Love Her. So all is well, and I can get back to writing and righting all the wrongs, right?
*insert hollow laughter here*
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