I came straight home from work tonight and had one of those exceptionally rare nights in my life where I was in the house with nothing planned and nothing to do. A luxury of free time and space fell right into my lap!
I could have caught up with last night's writing, but instead, I wrote a poem for a friend. I baked treacle oat biscuits. I made a pot of tomato, garlic and herb soup. I drew a sketch of a set design for a play I read while commuting earlier. I feel creative and relaxed; so relaxed I'm about to hop in bed and have an unusually early night. And — shock horror — I think I could actually sleep for once!!
There's just time to re-read Week 8 before I drop off though. I've not started the tasks yet and I'm keen to get a move on with them. I'll hopefully be caught up by tomorrow.