I'm working today. Except for Monday of this week, most of which was spent in stomach flu misery, I work every day. Sometimes twelve hours or more. Writers out there know what I'm talking about.
I've actually finished the online stuff this morning--always the plan, seldom the reality. The wood fire is stoked and should burn merrily for a few hours without my attention. The dog has been out, and I've even had a brief chat with my son who called to give me some unsolicited computer tutelage. Nice!
So now I get to settle into my comfy chair and do what it is I always mean to do--write. I have a deadline approaching, which is one of my favorite feelings. (More about that later.)
Have a lovely day.