Today is a perfect day. Sunny, warm, we slept in, we had French Toast for breakfast (and wondered what French Toast is called in France), we drank tea... I wrote, I played WoW, and now I'm reading for an assignment. Well, not *right* now.
My neck hurts, my back hurts, my chest aches, but it all seems minor compared to spending a day relaxing with my wife.
The dog is curled up on the couch between us and the cat is stretched out on the bed upstairs.
I dreamt last night of cruise ship accidents and babies, of strange lakes and coffee houses, of travel and rest.
I'm working on finishing the mystery that I started 1.5 years ago. I'm encouraged to finish it so I can start on two other big stories that are banging around in the attic.