I'm having one of those slow, wet, lazy Sundays that you wish could go on forever. It's midday as I write this post, and I'm sitting on my bed with pillows balancing my back, a laptop in front of me and curtains wide open so I can watch the slow gentle rain outside.
I had a massive cook-out yesterday, preparing various dishes to freeze for days when I don't want to cook. The house is clean and tidy, the garden planted up and soaking up the rain water and this morning I quickly baked some scones.
It's lovely... this feeling that nothing is urgent or stressful today... that I can sit here and write to my heart's content and there is nothing else calling to me to do.
Tomorrow will be different I know: there are deadlines to meet, errands to run, maybe even a visit to the doctor for Mma (the dermatitis is back, and I'm halfway convinced it's an allergy to something). But for today, Mma is nice and warm, watching TV a few feet from me and I can just sit here and listen to my characters tell their stories.