It happens.
It's been too hot and muggy to make soap. And I've been working too much to even think about writing about it. Or working on my Yet Untitled Cozy Mystery.
I get up, go to work, deal with really stupid ("Why is called 'Chinatown'?") tourists, come home, shower with Downstairs Seating Only, then crash out. On my one day off a week, I get out the Schmutz Sticks and make my work shirts spotless. And perhaps pull some weeds in my garden.
What a life, huh?
This will all change soon though. Autumn is coming.
I can feel it.
