I was in bed by 10 last night. Though I knew I could sleep in if I wanted to and that I had the next day off, I was so tired from a long week, a great yoga class, and the half hour I spent relaxing in the hot tub at the gym.
So, this morning, I was up by 7. Now it’s eleven and I’ve cleaned my email box and the kitchen and finished a short story that I started in a burst of creativity a few months ago and couldn’t decide how to end.
Writer’s group is meeting this eve, so I think I’m just going to keep writing until then. Make a day of it, you know?