It’s a lovely rainy day today. Previous plans have been cancelled, so now I have a cozy day to myself. I’d like to get some reading in, I’ve neglected that so terribly over the past few months, I’ll also probably make some soup in a bit.
I love the little breaks in summer with cooler and more snugly weather.
Maybe I’ll do some writing. I’ve neglected that one too. Why is it that words jumble in our minds, unable to escape or absorb? It seems like whenever I’m overwhelmed, words are some of the first things to go. Does anyone else experience this?
What are your plans for this lovely Friday?