*putter putter*

So yesterday I effectively passed out without reaching my quota. Which is okay, I’m well-cushioned, but damn.

I am finding myself actually doing less lately because of this one thing at work that’s taking up all of my time. Bookkeeping wins over booking and book-writing. Unfortunately. Drat.

But that bookkeeping project is 4 statement entries away from completion, so I do free up, so off I go.

Writing after bellydance tonight, if I stay awake long enough. Cold air, warm pajamas, one sleepy author.