On a Wednesday night...

I have The Night Flier playing in the background and, instead of doing my next original writing prompt, got sucked into working on the Fallout: New Vegas fic I've been organizing/massaging for the last month or so. Made some decent progress in getting the first chapter/vignette/whatever you want to call it finished.

Now, I can't decide if I should do some packing or try to wind down enough that I can sleep and so wake up early enough to go for a walk before the heat and humidity set in for the day.

Silver, of course, is curled up into a cat loaf and staring at me. That means it's time to go to bed. (Even though she's been sleeping most of the evening...)