Diana's Writing Blog

Okay, so at about 1 a.m. the dog decided she HAD to use the bathroom. So, I rolled out of bed and put on my boots and walked out into the rain (Rain! What the hell?). And she did her business, but I didn’t feel like running to the dumpster to properly dispose of her doggy bag. So, I just threw the bag into the box by the door that I keep the extra bags and the dog’s leash and stuff in.

Because at 1 in the morning, bringing a bag full of poo and snow into the house seems like a good thing to do.

At 8 in the morning, it doesn’t seem like such a smart thing. Especially when the snow has melted and leaked poo water all over everything (including me because I didn’t notice it was leaking until I got to the dumpster).

So, on top of waking up 20 minutes late (my own fault this time), I had to stain stick the whole left side of my pants and part of my coat, find new pants, empty out the dog box and dump the poo water outside, clean the carpet, clean the contents of the box, and get ready for work.

I consider it a minor miracle that I was only ten minutes late.

Anyway, despite the trauma, the story’s coming along nicely. I can see the finish line people.