Oh dear, I see that instead of writing the novel, I'm posting here again, and for the record, I'm not participating in the blog-a-day thing, so this is me, in an avoidance behavior.
I'm sitting in the living room with the recliner turned around facing the back yard, and I am enjoying the warmth of the sun coming through the windows, and the random wind gusts that makes the leaves fall. It is a gorgeous autumn afternoon; I'm feeling a little under the weather; my hubby make me some tea, and the dog is asleep at my feet.
I'm feeling too content to do any more writing. I think I'll just take a nap.