I woke up at 2:30 in the morning have dreams about Kitsunes doing naughty things (the details of which shall stay in my head) and woke up finding my goldens being restless, scratching the rug. Foxes and dogs don't like each other, and dogs are supposed to be able to pick up on supernatural things, but most likely it was just the fact that I fell asleep with the light on.
The phone lines to my hubby's motel room aren't working.
I've talked to him less than 10 minutes the last 2 days.
But I got through a writing conundrum through all that sleep deprivation. And I took a bit of a nap.
Today, maybe, I'll go to the park. If I see a fox on the way, I'll scream.