Warm bed. Huggable beloved. Long weekend syndrome hit us all. Mayhem, of course, gets to stay home because Lurgi. He's back at school on Thursday.
Chaos, meanwhile, had a bad episode of Wanna-stay-home-itus. The cure for which is, "Suck it up, buttercup," and being sent to school anyway.
I have a chronic case of Wanna-stay-in-bed-itus. And it ain't getting better. I have an appointment this afternoon and I dearly want to be able to say I've done all my work.
What I really want to do is space out and slug off.
Not gonna happen, alas.
I've yet to see hide nor hair of a response from the postal potential-agents. Either their reply is lost in the mail or they're seriously considering the sample pages I sent in. I really hope it's the latter. It's been ages already.
I'm almost giving up hope.
Just gotta keep on trying. If I never try, I can't succeed.