Seriously? Nothing accomplished today?
We keep drifting deeper and deeper into fall. Big ash trees across the road have turned gold, and the sky’s so clear you wish you could bottle it, save it for some dreary winter afternoon.
Gotta dig in tomorrow. Kick ass and takes names. But tonight, there’s stew on the burner and a glass of wine waiting to be poured. The words will come. They will.
Patience.