Layers of Distractions

Apparently, it is a "SQUIRREL!" kind of day for me; having gone off the task of working the dialogue, I've now gone off the task of working the emotional content - and spent a good half hour upstairs redistributing my winter/warmer wardrobe (nothing like bowing in defeat before the weather), as well as stripping my own bed and changing the dog's.

All this just because I went upstairs for a quick break.

The writer in me should feel guilty.  (See also:  HOW many posts have I put up today ... ?)

The hausfrau actually feels kind of productive.