Lying on the floor, preparing to push out another 500 words before I let my manuscript rest for the day, in my underwear
In the path of a very pleasant ocean breeze, and music playing
Listening to Liam draw and whistle at the workbench beside me…
I myself am tucked neatly under my writing desk, laptop propped against the foot rest,
Watching my toes dance, reflected in the screen while my face remains dark.
I harvested another tomato today. Would have been two, but the caterpillars beat me to one.
Ah well. Small victories. This is a good day.