Isn’t that pug adorable? I used to have a pug when I was a teenager . . . until one of my boyfriends ran over it.

Later, after I was married, we had a pug named Ike. He was hilarious–he looked like a watermelon with legs.

I’m heading out in a couple of hours to fly to Atlanta where I’ll be speaking at a school tomorrow. I love the speaking, but I was in bed with a fever all day yesterday and today my nose just won’t stop running . . . I just pray my energy holds up. The good thing is that I can come home and crash. No pressing deadlines.

I finished the revisions on MAGDALENE and have handed in my written project for my master’s degree, so no pressing deadlines . . . for a week or so, anyway.

Big sigh.