Another ghost night in the Boyle household.
You see, Maggie is a very dense doggie. But I think she can sense ghosts. And every now and then, she wakes up in the middle of the night, crawls to the top of the bed, sits on my head, and stares into the darkness and at an transparent enemy.
That or she’s just torturing me.
So I was up at 4:00 AM, writing by 5:00 AM, munching on toast and orange juice, and waiting until Maggie stopped pacing the living room floor so I could go back to sleep. (Yes, this sounds like really good practice for a newborn.)
Hours later – a real rise and shine, and a real breakfast.
Just eggs and buttered toast with fruit.
Stay tuned for another installment of The Naked Face Project!
Oh, and yes – Maggie wears a coat indoors. She’s always shivering because she’s cold… or maybe she’s shivering because she’s scared of spooks from another dimension. Whichever.