The siren call of a four-day weekend...
The damn cat is chirping in my ear, telling me to turn my three-day weekend into a four-day weekend... "Just call in sick, mama, you know you want to. You know you want to stay up until the wee hours of the morning working on your writing and your artwork, and listening to music... you know you do, mama..."
Oh sure, blame it on the cat. The innocent, small, black demon that only requires treats, water, and pets.
Meanwhile, I'm watching 'Agua Mala' just because it's on, and thoroughly loving it because Darren McGavin is my Arthur Dales - and then of course, Fredrick Lane is also Arthur Dales, and then... Oh damn it... Now I'm thinking about that abandoned story...
What in the hell is wrong with me?
Anyway... I'll not call in to work since I'm already taking "Eclipse Day" off so I can stand under a cloudy sky and experience slow midday darkness...
But, I will stay up to a reasonable late hour to work on a multitude of creative stuff, and then get up late, crawl to the Teams meeting and drink coffee.
