Today the rain was persistent and much like the clouds, my mood didn't lift. I've got a looming editorial deadline which means the next few weeks will be spent at the computer, tapping away. Aside from this I had one of those days where I wished I could re-do the entire house. No amount of cleaning or rearranging left me satisfied. Blah!My nesting eye has stepped up a notch this week too; dusty skirting boards are on my to-do list. I realise it sounds so utterly pathetic but the primal need to clean is getting more intense as this pregnancy goes on. Daniel is a little scared about what I might be like the week before baby is due to arrive. To tell you the truth, so am I.
Today I really felt like diving into Che's imaginary solar system or perhaps the pastels hues of lisianthus. Tomorrow I hope I wake a little lighter. I'm off to drink tea and read my new book. A remedy if ever I knew one.
