Sunday was non-stop go from getting up until now.
No writing. Some thinking about writing, some notes here and there while running about, but that's about it. And it's like an itch inside your chest that you can't scratch because you can't get your fingers on it.
And there's still clothes to be folded and a kitchen to be cleaned.
Thank goodness i've got two hours scheduled for tomorrow night. I'm going to need them, especially when there's a bunch of stuff due the 15th. This should be a monster writing week. I hope.