seven days equals one week.
okay. good sign. made it to the second post. inspired by the wonderfully prolific Little Nut Tree…
gettin’ tired. Usually hop out of bed as Marty’s leaving for work (about half eight), but this morning fell back asleep until half ten (despite having gone to lalaland at eight last night).
now it’s eleven, and the weather’s grand. slight breeze, unblinding sun, ahhhhhhhh. can’t beat a seachange
haven’t been doing too much in the way of cleaning the last few days; yesterday decided to make the ‘messy underneath of bed’ into ‘clean underneath of bed’, but only succeeded in pulling everything out, finding a dead lizard that the kitten had transported in from the outside (bless you, little Milk. but no more please) and playing with a few little plastic animals i found. but today. today is the day! annual day of tidy nest!
becoming increasingly anti-social, which i’m assured is all part and parcel of baby carrying, but it’s slightly depressing. and strange. because i’m not really missing anybody, really. though i am feeling bad for not returning messages. anyway. hopefully i’ll be back into social butterfly mode again soon and people will be begging me to leave them alone!
peep peep.
x.
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Number 9 is really pretty gross considering you’re about to pop a crop!