I didn’t get anything like as much as I wanted to done yesterday. Not that I had a really clear plan, which was probably the problem, but I’m reaching a state of Terminally Behind with writing, having only written 3 out of the 14 available days this year. I did finish another 1000 drawings drawing, which is *something*, anyway, and I have to go kill the dog now. Excuse me…
Okay, the dog is dead. Well, no, she’s not, but at least she’s upstairs and no longer chewing on Lucy’s head. *crossed eyes*
Thinks to do today: write! I must WRITE. And pay the bills.
This is very good banana bread.
I want some ‘nanner bread!