Bliss

The grass isn't cut and the weeds are partying.

Plated are washed up but are still 'drying' on the draining board.

The ironing pile has finally collapsed under its own weight.

And I don't care.

My latest project is late, late, late.

I've been sitting down to write but I've been chugging along at around four words an hour. last night the damn broke and I'm finally writing again. I sat down at 6pm and was up until 2am. An absolutely fabulous session were I was just able to get it down. Bliss.