Thursday, November 10, 2005
Today was the first day I have not met my word quota. Not a good sign. It may have had to do with spending 3 hours helping out at a church tea but I think that is just as excuse. I just didn't know where to go next in the story. Perhaps sleeping on it will help.
- Oh, life is a glorious cycle of song,
- A medley of extemporanea;
- And love is a thing that can never go wrong;
- And I am Marie of Romania.
- Dorothy Parker, Not So Deep as a Well (1937)