Because they catch when you’ve used “cartridge” instead of “cartilage.”
To all the men and women who have served and continue to serve, and to their families, thank you for sacrificing so we can be free.
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place: and in the sky
The larks still bravely singing fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the dead: Short days ago,
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved: and now we lie
In Flanders fields!
Take up our quarrel with the foe
To you, from failing hands, we throw
The torch: be yours to hold it high
If ye break faith with us who die,
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields
Composed at the battlefront on May 3, 1915
during the second battle of Ypres, Belgium
Didn’t realize there were kitty treats on the bed and flipped the sheets…on the bright side, the dogs now think I’m legend for making it rain noms…
Getting an hour back on the clock!
Everyone get your pens and keyboards at the ready, it’s the official start to NaNoWriMo! 50, 000 words in 30 days. Maybe you’ll get the 50K, maybe you’ll get 15, who knows, but it’s time to run for the finish line!
“We are all apprentices in a craft where no one ever becomes a master.”
sharing my breakfast with Gus.
Not like I have a choice.
He’s lying on my papers and thus preventing me from doing any work.
What a great cat!
When you open your Outlook and the inbox is EMPTY.
Which it shouldn’t be.
Then you panic (in a macho, manly way of course).
And then you realize you’d somehow scrolled to the bottom of the screen.
And then you further realize maybe you need to catch up on sleep…