This has been a good Saturday morning so far.
Began with a hideously early wakeup call for a weekend (6:40am, to be precise) whereupon I tumbled out of bed and staggered kitchenward. Made a cup of instant and opened up my latest novel chapter and short story on the laptop. Found a germ or inspiration for the short story and started writing. A handful of sentences later,
wobowikkles arrived and we left with the pooches, beach-bound. Much fun was had in the romping with doggies on sand. As usual, Kenobi was valiant in his fetching efforts. Bosworth was remarkably well-behaved - I think he's still working out where he stands with Kenobi and Wendy. He should be relaxed for the rest of the day now. This is a good thing...
I am currently listening to my favourite collection of tunes and cooking a decadent brunch consisting of large quantities of pasta and cheese. The rest of the day is all mine, to do with as I please. I envisage writing and a spot of cleaning, possibly with some shopping and definitely some dog-washing. Bosworth is lying under the table at my feet, all unsuspecting of the fact that he is going to be hauled into the shower with me and scrubbed in the near future. I feel just a smidge traitorous :)