My stomach rumbling was the first thing I heard and felt this morning. Not having enough to eat at dinner ( 😢 …pathetic! lol) had led to a disturbed night’s sleep.

My head was a tad foggy, but there was Himself to walk and feed. Pigeon and Squirrel were letting their presence be felt and that only added to the pressure of getting from A to B and back as quickly as possible.

Patch had other ideas. He was in it for the long haul. I could tell he was on a mission, and there was nothing I could do about it. We go his way or no way. I try and cut corners and say ‘please’, and he’ll just plonk himself down and not move until I say,’ okay, you win.’

I knew it would take a bit of extra time to  begin my Prompt, so I thought I’d write this post first….

To open some doors and windows in my head and blow away some cobwebs.

And now, with us all fed and watered, I’ll sit for a while and read through some of what you guys are having to say about writing.

Francis de Sales is the patron saint of writers, journalists, adult education and the deaf. Quite the man.