My head is full of fluid, caused no doubt by pollen allergies, but also due to me inhaling the shower last night. I’m an idiot, when all is said and done; only I could do self-care that ends up doing more damage than good. Needless to say, because eldest has an exam today and I’m on taxi duty, there’s no PT. That would just be dumb.
However, there will be more poetry, which is going surprisingly well. Let’s be honest, there was never really any doubt it would be hard work. It’s a labour of love, and I have so much to write about the problem is working out what doesn’t get included. I am on course for my first draft completion, on schedule, and that alone is glorious.
Right, must get on.