I never know what I think about something until I read what I've written on it.
~ William Faulkner
Monday, March 09, 2009
The house is quiet. Everyone else is asleep. I should be, too (haven't been sleeping well) or folding laundry. (I've got quite a mountain of clean clothes. At least they're clean, so I'm not totally neglecting the family. Everything that they need is clean, they may just have to dig for them.)
Instead though, I'm here. Writing. Finally. Maybe it's the full moon.