Decompression

First of all, let me tell you, getting rid of that awful autocorrect deal on the iPad is the best thing I ever did. Now I can take responsibility for my own errors, thank you very much. No more wondering why or how my typing slid into the Twilight zone. It's never been great, but sheesh! Autocorrect came up with some real lulus.

Speaking of lulus, I've been wiped out since all the graduation melee. I don't know if it's the long hours in the car, the excitement and crowds, or sleeping in a strange bed, or a combination of all of the above. Mostly, I think it's the noise. I've posted before about how much I crave quiet. Even a loud lawnmower can drive me batty when I'm working. Earphones, the sound-deadening kind, are my friend. Best friend, in fact. Now that everyone has gone home and I'm back in the groove, it's getting better. Deep breathing exercises. Total laziness for at least twelve hours. Ignore the house mess. Focus on the WIP. Yes, it's coming around.

But I may have to vacuum the dog fur in the office before I get going this a.m. That white stuff on the dark purple is just too weird. I'm considering dying the dog purple so this isn't an issue anymore. Do you think I could be arrested for doggy abuse?