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I've been writing constantly the last few days and my hands are limp noodles (it was fun though :-)) and I'm increasingly aware, like an itch on my back, that the house is a tip and as I'm home all day, I have no valid excuse for that being so. And although it doesn't seem to bother anyone else in the family, it bugs me. Left to my own devices, I would spend the day on the compute reading fic and LJ, watching episodes of Burn Notice and accomplishing little.
So I'm turning the computer off (or I'll keep wandering over to see if anyone's emailed me, iron filing to a magnet) and going to tidy.
I'll only be gone four hours (I'll turn it back on at 2.30, I think to catch up before I go and get E from school) but it felt momentous and I thought I would share my not being hereiness.
:-)
So I'm turning the computer off (or I'll keep wandering over to see if anyone's emailed me, iron filing to a magnet) and going to tidy.
I'll only be gone four hours (I'll turn it back on at 2.30, I think to catch up before I go and get E from school) but it felt momentous and I thought I would share my not being hereiness.
:-)