So, we’re more than half-way through the month and my word count shows just how busy I’ve been meeting and even surpassing my daily writing goals. I have to admit, though, that Wednesday of this week, I was fried. Absolutely frazzled from the, albeit self-imposed, deadlines. I was too tired to write. Too tired to even have a good cry. So, instead, I put on my jammies at 5:30 and shortly thereafter plopped down on the couch with my fuzzy blanket that has a pretty sheep pattern on it and my sweet Natalie. Bruce, ever my champion, babied me with a piece of cherry pie and some hot tea and then we watched two episodes from the first season of Downton Abbey. I don’t think Natalie moved from my lap for three hours and I didn’t move either. Sometimes, a little distraction is a very good thing.