A cold and wet February Monday morning, at that. Thank God I don’t have to commute to work every day, like my husband does. (For now)
I work from home. I wrestle with words all day. This morning, I was winning!! Then I had to tear myself away and do chores. Because I am at home. Doing nothing all day. That’s where my thoughts turned belligerent, indignant. “I’ll show them!” I muttered beneath my breath. Then I sat down to write some more.