Yes, I am rereading and editing. It’s part of the process, and I need to do it. There’s years of these to read as well. It’s also fun, which helps. Hopefully I can finish this weekend, because I also go back to work next week. It’s still our slow time of year, and frankly, the place should be cleaned and well-organized. I had six weeks off because we were closed to the public, the rest of the staff was still there working.

So I should have time to write while getting back in the habit of writing at home. The new table is comfy and in the kitchen. I can see myself coming home, starting a loaf of bread or a cake, and sitting down to write while it bakes. As I used to. Also, much easier to make dinner with a comfy place to rest nearby, instead of having to run down from my room.

Today is cold and rainy-snow, so I’m not doing much of anything besides staying on the couch by the fire. Excess moisture is not fun for me still. And if it’s not obvious from the rambly nature of this entry, I’m a little short some coffee today. I think it’s time to make a nest and get to reading.