On Tuesday I felt tired and out of sorts, so I got very little done apart from a bit of housework and a bit of novel. I didn’t even make pancakes, Shrove Tuesday or not.
Yesterday I felt rather better, and made some modest progress. I threw away some clutter. The ironing pile shrunk. The new blog got up to ten posts, RSS feed and links to friends and Blogrush. I made pancakes, which my son loves.
The novel’s been plodding on too. It’s up to 75,500 words, and I haven’t done today’s stint yet.
Not a very intersting post. I’d better try to have a more interesting life, hadn’t I?
