Progress, of a sort

Yes, I have actually written something. A measly 200 words, but it's still better than nothing.

I pulled out Housewarming, and pushed ahead with it. I really need to apply butt to chair and - most importantly - fingers to keyboard if this one is going to be done in time for WotF. Telling myself "Oh, well, there's always next quarter" just doesn't cut it.

It doesn't help that I'm getting home fried from work - right now there's more work than there are bodies able to do it. I'm already putting in nearly 50 hours a week, and I'm behind. It should - I hope - settle down, but between that and upping my gym commitment from 3 days a week to 6 days a week in the faint hope that more exercise might cause me to actually lose some weight, by the time I get home, all I want to do is bum around and be brain-dead for a couple of hours. Then it's time for bed, because the alarm goes off at 5-30am and another day begins...

Yay me.

Kate