Dickery, dickery dock, the mouse ran up the clock…
Then the clock struck twelve, the stars aligned, and the Great Old One shed its mouse-like form to ascend into the aether to do battle with its brethren.
Alas, this is all the writing I’ve done this morning, since I slept too late to get in my normal hour. I felt so much better the second time I got up that it was worth it, though!
And hopefully I’ll get in some writing time tonight.
Happy Friday, everyone!