Had a doc appt the other day. Happened to be by a Costco. π I must partake.
Swung in and grabbed lots of raw chicken strips, my Fajitas Rajas, and stuff for the Honey.
Wore me out.
And Murphy was beside himself when I finally got home. Little shit didn't even want lunch. It was right on time. So I played with him on the carpet, and he finally calmed down. Poor guy. I felt awful.
And, in the everchanging world of social media, I now have another insta (author-driven) and threads. I love threads, but they've nearly suspended my account twice since I "liked" too many things in a short period of time. π
Also, of course, I'm struggling to keep up. Like...having to put the struggle bus together before I even get behind the wheel.
It's a labor of love, but fuck if it isn't a labor.
And on that lovely note, I need to check my ARC signups. I have 20! π₯³π
Not bad for an indie author on the first go. π



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