Mondays have a way of showing up, one way or another. And here we are, another one.
I think they feel harder because of inertia, the effort of not moving that much to getting up to at least a light trot. But it’s OK.
We can do it.
It’s a gray day today, not sure if we’re supposed to get rain, the clouds seem indifferent. The trees are in their full fall glory, reds and yellows set off among faded greens, the last show of color before the winter comes.
Winter. Again. Can you believe it?
I may try to stick to a single cup of coffee today, but you and I both know, it’s really not up to me.
It’s miles of editing ahead of me, and I’ll have to decide on NaNoWriMo. Still very much on the fence. How’s that for balance?
Have a wonderful Monday.