It is 9:44pm on Saturday night, and I am about to head to bed. I was closing the lid on my laptop when I realized I hadn't written tonight's slice.
So here I am. Writing. Now.
My kids are at a Panic! At the Disco concert. One will be coming home afterwards; the other is spending the night at a friend's house. My husband is dozing at the other end of the couch. The dog is squeezed in next to me.
It is 9:46 pm. The friends we had over for dinner have already left. The slight buzz I had from my margarita is worn off, and all I feel is tired. And thirsty. I have written the grocery list.
What a glamorous life I lead, sitting on my couch at 9:50 pm, Saturday Night Live rerun on, trying to stay awake long enough to write a blog post so I don't lose my streak.
So I did it. I wrote. It's not good, but it's written.
Time to hit "Publish" and head on up to bed. For real this time.
