In the middle of writing a history book.
Uncomfortably tight schedule.
Editing stage.
Sore eyes.
At least I’ve no time to check on the awful news.
But I just noticed spring so I closed my laptop lid to go and smell the daffodils… and the crocuses and the hellebores. I’ll post about the book in due course, or as Daughter would say, 'laters…'
