what is it about a bit of ice that makes everything so freaking pretty on the trees and bushes? it's horrible on the streets yes. dreadful to walk in the slush and ice, treacherous to drive, but the trees, too pretty!!
i read 100 pages today. i wrote nothing. not one word! i had ideas. i woke oozing with ideas. but at night, now, when it's time to write cos i have time now and the inkling, there's nothing but the mundaneness of the day. the lunches, laundry, wiping, dishwasher, emails about meetings and trying to figure a way to be at robotics and girl scouts and pick up cookies and watch a movie and sleep at the same time.
and too much caffeine makes me woozy.
and the cookies need to GO!
errands to run tomorrow, not done today due to the delay. so will rush around in the morning, maybe get a minute to read more or write a word or two!!
~the end~
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