I just got home from work. It was a good day today. And it’s over for the week, which is even better. When I walked in the door, a kitchen full of dirty dishes confronted me. I came into my writing room where piles of paper tetter on the edge of major pageslides.
But I don’t have to work tomorrow. And I don’t have to write. Except I do. It’s review week and I have five days to read five books and write five reviews. And then it’s back to school. I’m not complaining. Right now, at this moment, I love my life. I just wish it included a maid. And maybe a personal secretary.