It feels weird to sit on the couch at night, write and crochet and watch TV. Not bad at all, just weird. Like maybe I'm forgetting to do something important.
Of course, here I am, in my corner, with my coffee, my dogs, my UT blankie (that my mommy made for me), and my laptop, watching CSI and writing.
I may even crochet something.
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