Small Stones – Week one
Jan 2nd – The cold air crashes into the warmth at the junction of the open door.
Jan 3rd – The wind makes a mockery of anything that demonstrates a desire to remain upright.
Jan 4th – A flicking tail and absence of purrs communicate Grumplestiltskin’s disapproval of the way the keyboard tray invades his lap space.
Jan 5th – Exercising when tired is such a drudge that I realise it would be healthier to rest instead.
Jan 6th – I allow the clutter nearby to interrupt my writing session.
Jan 7th – The expectant atmosphere discombobulates me.