We slept in our bed last night. This is exciting news. It isn’t until you’ve spent a couple of nights on the couch or the floor that you truly appreciate the comfort of a good bed.
And I did do stuff this morning, although it seems that everything I do lately has to do with cleaning, which sadly, happens to be my least favourite activity. But there you have it – dust plus two dogs equals a formula for endless cleaning.
Simon is doing things with ceiling planks and baseboards.
And we walked on the awesome trail this afternoon. The dogs were pleased.
This is the most prosaic, pedestrian post ever written by a human being. I may as well throw in that I did my nails! Hurrah!
I feel immensely frustrated and I don’t even know exactly where it’s coming from. I want to get shit done so that I can do shit. How much sense does that make? I was about to shut this down and go outside for a good long walk – I figured that was exactly what I needed – and then I looked and it’s already dark. Duh.
I am probably not in the correct frame of mind to be thinking about my word for 2017.
I think I’ll just hunker down and write. Writing is always a good idea.