I am home. I am writing. That is all. — That is everything.
Well, and the laundry I was doing till ten last night.
And the catch-as-catch-can dinner from all the food we bought for Thing Two which he didn’t eat. (What did you eat for four days, dear? Eggs and tuna?)
And watering the greenhouse/office.
Restocking the bird feeder.
Walking the yard to see what new green things are coming up out of the ground. (Lots! but only an inch or so.)
Clearing out my email. (Which went from twenty to three.)
I am now writing “off contract” with a clear schedule and no deadlines until Christmas apart from the regular schedule stuff–which means I’m writing what ever I feel like.
Best. Day. Ever!