You ever have one of those weeks where you’re utterly spent and you can’t believe it’s already nearly over? It’s been one of those weeks for me. I haven’t gotten much writing done, most of my clothes are in the laundry, and my house is a disaster due to neglect.

On the other hand, I did make white sauce from scratch out of Julia Child’s cookbook and I have managed to fill the dishwasher. Small victories.

Sometimes you have to accept a week where not much gets done. But I find they are often followed by incredibly productive times. Hoping to get back in the swing of the novel this weekend. And I’m pretty sure I should start chipping away at the mountain of boots and shoes that is slowly encroaching on the living room as soon as possible.

Then again, there’s always next week . . .