Today has been an odd day.  The sinuses kicked into over-drive until my face felt like I was wearing a bone mask on the outside and the ensuing headache sent me to the medicine cabinet and then to the bed for a two-and-a-half-hour nap.  When I woke up the headache was still there and I felt – still feel – as though I’ve wasted a perfectly good writing day in the mere hope of feeling better.  Still, the day hasn’t been completely wasted because here I am at the keyboard and words are flowing here and on the story.

Time is short, of course, because The Husband is off work for the weekend and when he returns home from running a couple of errands the writing will stop and there will be quality time spent with him and the dogs, who have put up with a rainy outside and a snoring mom for a good portion of the day.

Besides writing, I’ve also picked up The Silkworm, by Robert Galbraith, a.k.a. J.K. Rowling, occasionally for brief escapes.  There is something about the main character of Cormoran Strike is simply a guy every woman would like to meet, even if he is a bit on the chubby side because he is a man.  He is the sort of man to stick by his friends and defend his woman until his last breath; plus, he is intelligent and loves stretching his brain.  As soon as this book is finished I’ll be chomping the bit like many others for the third book.  Right now I am hoping his personal assistant/secretary Robin doesn’t get married to her stuck-up fiance’, Matthew.  She could do so much better!  Like, Strike, for instance.  Strike would be a good match for Robin.

Mmmm, good books are like perfect desserts served with perfect coffee.