I started writing this post last Sunday.
This final post is not what the original post was. The original post was much longer, full of explanations and key points and well, you know how I can ramble on and on.
Just so you know, I’m like that in real life too.
But, I was feeling it. I was in the writing “zone” - the one where it’s flowing and flowing and you are typing happily away.
Then about the third paragraph down, I stopped, because I got side tracked by a 180 pound dog tearing into the house full of soap and water.
Apparently Rufus, had gotten away from Tom during his bath time. And that dog made sure that we knew how much he hates bath time.