As I write, it is Monday night where I live, and that means HOME.
I’m halfway through a mystery novel, and all my other responsibilities have flown out the window. I cannot escape the lure of the page.
Dishes are piled high in the sink.
Containers of leftover food are becoming Petri dishes in the refrigerator.
I don’t have a single interesting thing to write in the blog.
I’m HOME, my friends. Feet up. Book open.
Catch ya later.