Wednesday. Cloudy, and cool, but high humidity. The windows are open, because — cats.
Breakfast was naan and hummus with a side of grapes. Salad for lunch with my pork chop.
Been to the chiropractor, now home; made myself a mug of iced peppermint tea (which is becoming a go-to), ate a pineapple ring (want another one, but so far holding out against tooth decay), and am fixing to place my completed embroidery project into my book, after which I will need to explore my project box to see if I have any more kits.
Stripped the bed, and the sheets are washing.
Made an appointment for a Monday haircut, which is none too soon. Flipping the coin on leaving it “long” or whacking it all off.
To-Do includes washing the bathroom rugs, so I guess while that’s happening I’ll steam mop the floor and the kitchen floor, too, why not?
This afternoon, I need to read what I wrote yesterday, and maybe write another few new words.
No, the excitement never stops. You can see why so very many people want to embrace the writing life.
How’s Wednesday treating everybody?
I finished my project last night at the needlework meeting:
