Maxine has gotten into the habit of wanting me to go into my office and work right after I eat breakfast. The last week or so, she has been laying in this spot, which is the entryway to the office on the right and the spare bedroom on the left, staring at me while I finish breakfast. The other day, I asked her, “What do you want?” and she promptly got up, went to my desk, turned around and stared at me again. When I’m writing, she’s always laying down under my desk as pictured below.
Goodness! What a little slave driver. Maybe I will get my next book finished earlier than I expected.
