I haven't written anything tonight, but that was to the plan. After sleeping, I don't plan to write or clean today. If either happens, it'll be spontaneous. I work a brief four hour shift, during which I'll likely be reading The Hero With A Thousand Faces, and marking the time until I put that tiny slice of misery behind me.
But now, to the disappointment of the cat who's nested here in my lap,I need to make preparations to go to sleep.