My husband’s back at work this week.

Since I’m alone you’d think I should be getting lots of writing done, right?

Well, I’ve gotten some editing finished, but as usual I hoped to accomplish a lot more than I’m actually am.

I have no idea where the time goes.

Which leaves me to believe that I set my expectations too high.

Maybe.

The other reason might be that I’m just easily distracted.

Which, considering how tidy my house is at the moment, might be closer to the truth.

But, at least the dog is happy. She got a long walk.

And the cat’s litter box is clean.

And this blog post got written.

So, that’s pretty good, right?

I know. I know.

I’m going to write.

NOW.

Everything else can wait.

Sigh.