Possibly I should just accept today is a Not Writing day, and do thinks like:
– get dinner into the slow cooker
– pack up some books
– pack up some comics
– write some form letters
– more laundry
– clean the fridge
– clean the kitchen
– get train tickets
– water the tree
during the baby’s nap.
Of course, now I’ve got everything but the book-packing done, and the only surface to do that on is in my office, so maybe I should go work now. Just in case he decides to have a Big Sleep.