My writing friend always takes today to engage in some meaningful labor. Today she’s working on getting an old but good ms into her computer, and finding all the files she’s stashed in the wrong places over the years.
And me? I have a house in desperate need of attention, and a family I can (maybe) convince to help, if I disguise the work as quality time.
Wish me luck. And no, I still don’t have a shower. Still driving to get clean.