This morning, the sun has slanted in such a way that the back porch no longer gets sunlight for my breakfast. Argh! But I stayed home from work today (I don’t have a car for the day — how often do brakes and rotors need to be changed anyway? — and I’m too chicken to bicycle on the busy roads) so I’m going to have a brunch on the back porch when the sun moves farther along.
One of the few — okay, only — perks of being self-employed (the dangers being poverty, poverty and poverty) is the ability to NOT go to work one day. Yes, this increases the risk of poverty, poverty and poverty, but I will get more of my other work done, my writing work.
And I get a little taste of what it’ll be like, maybe, someday, when I can write full time. That’s my dream. That’s the ahhh.
Now, off to write.