The personal life is chock full this weekend, so the blog will suffer. Sorry about that, folks. (Even though my blog stats drop dramatically on the weekends, I still feel bad when I don't post.)
Anyway, I might be back tomorrow night, but I'm not promising anything.
At least, even if I'm not blogging, I'm getting the writing done.
Now, though, I'm too pooped to type another word. Must've been the homemade lasagna, or the chocolate cake... maybe the cinnamon rolls? Yes, I've fallen off my diet, and no, I'm not feeling the least bit guilty. (I'll leave the guilt for Monday.) It's a special weekend, and good food goes along with it. (Can't tell ya why. Nothing writing related, I assure you.)
Have a great weekend, everyone!
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