|My Temporary Little Writing Retreat|
Guess what didn’t happen? Ah well, at least the bills are paid without me having to lift a finger. Can’t beat that, can I?
And at least I’d kept up on dirty dishes. That said, the next thing I knew I finished loading the electric dishwasher and got a cycle running. It wasn’t even seven o’clock yet.
Now I’m on the back deck enjoying a nice, if humid, sunny morning. The birds are singing, squirrels are bouncing around, buzzards are soaring overhead, and I’m going to start writing in a minute. Heck, I even hear a woodpecker in the distance.