So, I woke up this morning (well, actually it was almost noon, but there’s a story there) to find that Biloxi Sunrise is being featured on Indie Books List today.  I’m so excited.  I knew it was coming, but I didn’t know when, so this is a nice surprise for the last day of the month.  It should help boost my sales a bit, which are pretty good (in my opinion). I’ll share more about that tomorrow.

If you get a chance today, though, stop by Indie Books List and read the first few pages of Biloxi Sunrise.  If you enjoy them, buy the book.  It’s only $0.99 and it’s getting great reviews!

Now on to the story about my sleeping until almost noon today and the things that freak us out.

My husband has been out of town. He’s had training in another state about five or six hours from here.  That’s okay. I usually don’t mind being alone. I tend to have a strange schedule anyway, so it’s not really a big deal.

However. Last week there was a “home-invasion” in the house across the street from me.  I had seen the cops there, didn’t know what was going on, but I didn’t think too much about it because sometimes cops park there.  I think my neighbor must be friends with a group of police officers.  That makes me happy.

But it turns out that the cops that were there last week, weren’t there for a social visit.  Someone had broken into the house.  Okay. That’s a little close to home. As far as I know (and honestly, I don’t know much) no one was hurt. But still, it freaks me out.

So, I’m home alone. My usual schedule is to stay up late. Late-late. Usually between 2 and 3 am. I’m a night owl.  Last night was no different. I went to bed about my usual time, but I was having trouble sleeping because my husband isn’t here.

Then the dog goes nuts.  And I can’t figure out what his problem is. He’s old and senile, and he wasn’t really barking, just running around in circles whining.  The other two were quiet.

I think “Enough!” and I pick up my faithful friend and his bed and I’m going to take him to the laundry room for the night.  A girl has to sleep, right?

Just as I step out of the bedroom, one of my car alarms go off. Okay, now I’m really freaked out. I put the dog down, called 911, but hung up. Because I’m just being a chicken, right? It was probably a cat or something jumping on the car.

In the meantime, I won’t go near the door, or even step back into the living room because although they were covered by sades, there are four windows in there!

The 911 operated called me back and I told her I was just freaking out. Sorry to bother her, but my alarm went off and someone had been broken into and I was home alone and I’m sure I’m just being an idiot and I’m sorry to bother them but I will call back if anything else happens. Yeah. She probably thought I was psycho.

But we hang up the phone and I peak through the bedroom windows, which gives me exactly two inches of picture onto the front lawn, with only the very end of the driveway where it connects to the street. Nothing.  I took up a post in the middle of the bed and there I sat until about 5 o’clock this morning.  Yep. Scared to death.

I’m a chicken. I readily admit it. But I’m so happy that hubby will be home tonight.  Don’t think I could stay here alone another night. I’ll be writing this whole experience into a book sometime, though.  This is far too good not to share!