Quiet morning. Some writing, some rereading of books near the writing table. (I am not fond of Rita Mae Brown's book on writing, perhaps because it's got a not-letting-you-get-in-a-word-edgewise, I-know-exactly-how-it-should-be-done tone, even when she's giving excellent advice. And I'm always faintly ticked off by the people who say that you have to/prescriptively should learn Latin before you write in English. Still, her comments about diet and exercise are spot-on.)

A long week of work, being out, doing things, and coming home; and this weekend will be more of the same. On the other hand, it's sunny, and looks as if the rain has stopped for the weekend. (I hope so, as we've got a backyard party that we're supposed to go to tonight.)

time
that's all I need
sweet, sweet time...