Coffee At Night

The past week I've been craving coffee in the evening after dinner. My parents always had coffee after dinner and never seemed to have an issue with sleepless nights.

When I was in my twenties my asthma was very mild, quite different than it had been in junior high. Sometimes I would feel a little tight and a cup or two of coffee would clear it right up.

Normally I try to avoid caffeine in the afternoons but the past couple evenings I have made a small pot of coffee and enjoyed a cup. I'm editing  and so am staying up a little later than normal. And I seem to sleep the same amount anyway. I rarely sleep eight hours and think I feel better when I sleep between six and seven.

I like dark roast coffee, but I drink it with milk and sweetner. MMMM

Galactic Game is coming along in edits. I still have a couple scenes to  finish, I wrote them so spare. I'm in the finish mode so am not working on any other story right now.

I've been told!

I came home from work early since my twins need to be taken to Cheyenne at 4 am. Stuff to do.

I worked on Galactic Game last night. I'm on the last scenes.

I have been in a grumpy mood all afternoon, which really isn't my norml mood. I'm generally pretty cheerful. But not today. It could be the high winds with gusts to sixty mph we are experiencing here in the High Desert. Negative ions etc.

But in the midst of routine chores, Gema, my heroine in Galactic Game, sends me a message. I have one pivotal scene all wrong! Our hero , while hunky and beloved, should be absent in one scene they share. She wants to do it ALONE. So okay. I'm rewriting.

So maybe the bad mood was Gema's. On another plane. Or something

What I'm Reading and Other Stuff

I've been spending time in the Wastelands. I'm not reading them in publishing order and don't think you have to. Dystopian erotic romance with wonderful covers. I will get the other two on my next shopping spree!

Also reading a couple Harlequins:

The intrigue is by a new-to-me author--but I've read lots of Julie Leto and like her.

Road Trip and Mama Brag:

My oldest daughter, who is president of the high school debate team, was chosen to go to Girl's State! I'm proud of her for her hard work.

Yesterday we drove her to Powell, WY. We took the scenic route, because we all love Wyoming scenery. Spring, when everything is still green, is extra special I think. There were lots of antelope-- we had to stop on the highway for a herd to cross. Here are some pictures(from the net, I'm not a photographer!)

Wind River Canyon, Wind River Mountains, and Pronghorn Antelopes.

Powell WY is a small, pretty town not far from Cody. It is about 160 miles from us. The twins and I will drive up early next Saturday to pick her up.

Domestic Chaos

August is here and in Wyoming this is the time to replant your lawn. Since my lawn is a patch of weeds growing in sand, we made the big decision to roto-till it up, add lots of stuff, like actual topsoil from a bag, and replant. So my front yard is a muddy mess, but the bag of grass seed assures me I will have real grass in two weeks!

Other Big News--the kitten rescue! My tortoiseshell kitty Peaches had a litter since we were too late in getting her to the vet. She decided to have them in a crawl space that she got into from a five foot high shelf. Hmmm, we think, how will the baby kitties ever get out to find new homes?

I own two cats simply because, when people came to see them, they hid. The idea of adding six hidden cats to my household was not a pleasant thought.

So my oldest daughter(15 & 3/4yrs) came to the rescue. We would unbolt the access, and she would crawl through the 3 foot high space and bring the kittens out. YAY!

She dressed for the job in ragged blue jeans, knit winter gloves and a bandana to keep spiders out of her hair. We put a soft rag in a shoe box, so she could haul the kittens all at once.

My twins( 13 & 11/12ths yrs) took down the access and commence squealing. They hear the kittens!

Caitlin grabs an old Christmas tree in a thick trash bag, stored there for years, and leaps back! "Get me scissors!" she hollers .

She cuts open the bag, and there are the kittens, three gray tigers and one solid blue gray.

Mama and kittens are doing well in big box lined with a fleece blanket, in a closet.