Work every day. No matter what has happened the day or night before, get up and bite on the nail.
Ernest Hemingway
The cool, wet days that have come with April are a blessing. I feel no tug to be outside digging in the dirt instead of writing in the silence and solitude of my woman cave. I’ve established a routine: write until noon, lose at chess while lunching with Gerry, then get out and do something in the afternoon.
Perfect for now.
Your routine describes me – without the chess. Walking is my game!
Are those hyacinths up close?
They’re lilacs, Marian. I shot them last spring. Eagerly awaiting this year’s bloom. 🙂
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