Well, we have the Monday morning well in hand here.
The dishwasher sloshes quietly, the washing machine churns, I just ran the vacuum cleaner all around to pick up the weekend detritus and I'm about to bake some cookies.
Goodness me, I might even do a little digging in the garden this afternoon to make my first attempt this year to discourage the Bermuda grass.
I started a new felted bag a few days ago. I'm using up all my scraps of yarn. I did have to dye a couple of hanks to make up the difference. I think I am going to like this one. A kind of patchwork bag. I am attracted to the Puritan frugalness of it. A bag that may lack panache, but makes up for it in virtue.
Writing ideas are swarming around in my head like angry bees now. I am really going to have to set aside some time to put them on paper. I don't know what I am waiting for. I think I know why writers go on retreat. Sometimes you need to get away from your pressing familiar chores and obligations so you can focus on one thing.
Don't see that happening anytime soon for me, so I figure I will just have to suck it up and do it here amid the cat and dog, laundry, shopping, bill paying, cooking, gardening, circus that is my life.
Ahem....
sharpens pencil....
Once upon a time . . .
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