I love it. Just the snores of the beagle snoozing on her bed here in the kitchen–not even the birds are awake yet, it seems. I could get used to this.
I do have a little guilt where this no-news diet is concerned: I don’t want to hide my head in the sand, pretend the world isn’t out there, stop caring. I just need a breather, and I need not to take every disaster right inside and experience it myself. This, I suppose, is a peril of being a writer–it’s all too easy to imagine every cataclysm in full color,… Read More »