Possibly I should just accept today is a Not Writing day, and do thinks like:
get dinner into the slow cooker
- pack up some books
- pack up some comics
write some form letters
clean the fridge
clean the kitchen
get train tickets
water the tree
during the baby’s nap.
Of course, now I’ve got everything but the book-packing done, and the only surface to do that on is in my office, so maybe I should go work now. Just in case he decides to have a Big Sleep.
(x-posted from the essential kit)