Nested In

My, what a day it has been. Or rather, a day that became night that again became day, and is this still me, now hours past dinner, at my lonely desk, in my chilly room, banging away at client work? I am aware that we have had a full moon and that the small fringe of ice on my car outside has not (in three days) melted and that my son went off at daybreak and took mid-term exams and then returned (I hear him now, in the kitchen, crunching on something magnificently calorific). I believe I've seen the laundry sprawled upstairs, across my bedroom floor. I'm not sure, but chances are I'll wake tomorrow and find that I am fresh out of mascara.

I'm miles from being close to done with what I've promised my clients I will do. Let's face it: I'm weeks away. I'm thinking it's time to curl up beneath a bright, winter sky and let some of the world pass me by.

Oh to be nested in with nothing much, if only for a little while.

Let me tell you something, let me no more delay: Those of you who write the exquisite things you write, in the blog right here? You have no idea how you fortify.