Last week was wonderful and productive. This week? So far not so much. I've been busy busy busy. I'm hopeful I will find time to write towards the end of the week. I constantly tell myself that I need to take a full hour for my lunch break, but I think of all the tasks that need to be done, and invariably I delve right back in to my work.
Oh how I dream of a quieter life. This quieter life would certainly involve me winning the lottery - so far my luck in that department has not been great. But you never know right?
I've scheduled an entire week off at the end of February. I have great hopes for this week. No more writing on my lunch breaks, or evenings, or weekends. A whole week to peruse old newspapers on microfiche, to carefully examine photographs from years past at Metro Archives, to stare at my computer screen at the cursor that mocks me with its incessant flashing.