Nothing special

Today wasn't anything special, it wasn't a realisation, or a revolution, it was just another day of getting on with it, with the daily tasks.  And at the end of the day here I sit mulling over the things that I am just getting on with. The things I am going to be getting on with and I will just get on with it.

Bliss
Indeed, what a delight it was to chat again.  Like I was drifting, lost, floating...

March 23
This month I will have to read even more novels than I did last month if I am to finish...