Day 19. 179 pages, 81,812 words.
Mrs. Hatboy and the girls are headed to the cottage again today, for a long weekend of wool-dyeing. This is the second Hatboy-time weekend I’ve had in as many months, but they’re still rare enough that I sort of enjoy them. It’s nice to eat dinner at one in the morning sometimes.
I’m going to try to use my time wisely (it’s still a work week, technically, until tomorrow), and get a ton of writing done. Work is going to pick up next week (and by “pick up”, I mean “summer holidayers are going to come back to the office and start screaming and waving their arms”), so I’d best enjoy the break while I can. This weekend is sort of my summer holiday.
Wump was sorry to hear that I would be home all by myself with nobody to cuddle. “How are you going to sleep?” she wanted to know.
Then she selflessly offered to let me keep her plush doggy, to snuggle with at night so I could get to sleep. “Or you can come in here and pick any soft toy you want from the toy box,” she added.