We forewent barhopping tonight, since our last excursion cost much more than we should be spending in a month, let alone a day. We spent the morning doing our own things. I enjoyed a great read and a bath, while the partner worked on his website.
Now, I’m working on my book while the partner heads out to replenish our whiskey supply. I love what a quiet house, and a little bit of classic music does to my writing style. Something about it slows me down and allows things to flow. It’s freeing, like dust in the wind……… (Obviously a lyrical pun, please don’t sue me.)