Suffering, today, from a very bad case of inertia. This often happens when I sleep late. The Snork Maiden got up early and started folding laundry; I got up late and have been languishing around the house. But there’s too much I need and want to do; I can’t just succumb. I’m going to do dishes, make cookies, write professional emails, and when the Snork Maiden goes across the street to swim, work on a section of my book.
Also: another cup of coffee.
