Fascinating. 73°F at twelve noon. In July. Average temperature for the middle of July, here, is about 107°F. Chickens scratching in the dirt, hammock swinging in the breeze, “Credo’s Hope” waiting on my Nook…what’s a girl to do? Seems a waste of a gorgeous, god-given day to lock myself inside the house and stare at a computer. Sounds unnatural. Don’t writer’s need mental health days, too? (Especially writers!!) Now, if I can just ease around my guilt I can slip into the hammock…
