Chores and wash and catching up on things as well as a trip “over the mountain” which took up the whole afternoon have, after yesterday, kind of drained me. I also cut the tip of my left index finger pretty deeply today and it hurts to type. (Why does that feel like a my-dog-ate-my-homework kind of excuse?!) Am I procrastating? You betcha! One of my characters has to die and I’ve never committed murder before.
A friend lent us the entire first season of The Bob Newhart Show and Home Improvement. I think I need some laughs. Yeah, that’s the ticket!