It's raining here - off an on - the kind of rain that reminds me of Paris. A rain that can't make up its mind. A rain that makes me want to burrow under the covers. I didn't.
No matter that the kiddos had the day off and slept 'til ten. I did things today. I ironed shirts. I did laundry. I ran errands. And, I wrote. 2,000+ words.
Now all I need is another 20 or so rainy vacation days.