...and nary a word to spare.
Or something like that. Anyway, strange day, not least of which that it follows by a mere 24 hours my last post in here (more or less). I was almost able to say that I did absolutely zero actual work today, not counting work-related things like sending statements and invoices and depositing stuff in the bank, but then I managed to find 15 minutes, that turned into 25 and got some work started.
But I'm done and done for. I got some more things done today, but there's still stuff left on the table. For tomorrow, I guess. I'm tuckered out and may go to bed early--or I'll take a nap and do something else, watch a movie or something. Play online poker (play money only!).
Oh, I did change my sheets last night, that was one thing that was accomplished. I did have some "help", but that's all right, it was fun. Smartie is so strange, he only seems to want to be under covers when I'm trying to change the bed linen. Anyway, it was nice feeling the cool, clean sheets when I went to sleep last night, even though it was actually a bit cool and the flannels might have been a better choice.
I thought some more about my novel last night and today. I even wrote a couple of sentences and saved it in my Fiction folder. Maybe we move inexorably towards the things we are most afraid of.
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