Almost seven a.m. and the house is still quiet. Amazing.

The dog is behind me, wearing his lamp shade, his latest humiliation from his spider bite. Drew and Lizzie are still asleep, one wiped out from missing a nap yesterday, the other wiped out from being 30 weeks pregnant (you figure out who is who).

Me, I'm all glow-y from revising chapter three of the current novel, then moving on to write ten new sentences of the new story. An unbelievably productive morning! Of course I have yet to go jogging, which I doubt I'll do now that it's 7. If I don't get out on the road by 6:45, it ain't gonna happen.

Maybe I'll take Whit for a walk -- after I take off his lamp shade (embarrassing photo coming soon, I promise!). Later...