I don't seem to be connecting with any of the usual rhythms in life, including blogs. I'm writing this tired, but if I don't get something down, then I never will. I keep thinking I'll do it in a minute and that minute never comes. Anyway...
The problematic trellis is down and DH is ready to do battle once more and get it back up, this time with sweet peas. He has scheduled this weekend for Father and Son versus the garden time.
Bear is currently away with some friends. Apparently they're planning hikes. He's close enough for me to drive to if he's stuck, though it would take a few hours. We've got almost a full tank, and Red is an economical car to drive, so I'm not worried about that. I shouldn't think like that. Bear is a sensible young man and a legal adult, but I can't help the direction my mind wanders.
The sofa was demolished and, with one thing and another, DH made three trips to the tip. Red isn't a huge car, but each time she was packed. It's looking strangely sparse, and I've got a desk set up in the sofa's place so that I can carry on working even if bear is home from uni.
I gave up reading romances for Lent. I wasn't as mindful as I wanted, but at least I stuck to that. I've been making up for the lost time over the last few days by happily working through Lynne Graham's back catalogue. She's been a favourite of mine for years and it's been a blast. So many billionaires and none of them Batman.
Writing stuff - I'm too tired to do links, I'll do those tomorrow, but GetCovers came through with a proper, relevent, vibrant design for the cover for Tales from the White Hart which should be coming out in the next few weeks.
Hugs and good health to all.
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