So, Friday I went to bed a 9pm and slept until 9:30 the next day. Pooped out early last night, too. Two soccer games today... I got a decent amount of writing done, but my head is still polluted - I'm not fresh. There's something missing from the work just yet. It's wonderful, though, to have time to write!

I've read Mary Balogh's Secret Pearl (FAB!) and am now reading Laurel K. Hamilton's Incubus Dreams.

Oh, and the this always happens to me: I ALWAYS think I have one more weekend before Christmas and then discover to my horror that I do not. As I realized yesterday, says she who has NOT finished all her shopping.

Off to soccer.