Ah, Wednesday night. So much better than Tuesday night.
Everything's blooming like crazy around here: Bradford pears, weeping cherry trees, daffodils, forsythia bushes, hyacinths, the tough little pansies in the side azalea bed that survived the winter. The trees are turning green and people's lawns are emerald now. Tomorrow I look forward to washing my filthy filthy car and hiking up in Clear Creek, not necessarily in that order.
Tomorrow I also need to get some writing done. I haven't done a lot of writing since I finished Blood and Taxes, but I'm several thousand words into Little Sparrow and I need to buckle down and get back into the habit of writing every single day. I've also got e-proofs of Jack of All Trades that I absolutely must go over and correct. So even though I'm off work tomorrow, tomorrow is a work day.
Well, except for the hiking part.