I’m afraid I don’t have much to say at times.
I’m busy, overwhelmed, tired, struggling to remember all the things I need to remember and so on.
I’m also mostly really happy so there’s that.
I was told by my son last night that at least six monsters were trying to get into my bedroom window. I was honestly so tired that I doubt I would have cared if six or six hundred monsters were trying to get in through my bedroom window. These are all good things to complain about after all. I have plenty of rewarding work to do. I have a challenging and interesting nano-business to which I can dedicate my time. I have a good husband. I have a wonderful little boy.
I write books.
It’s all fun.