First real day of autumn weather. I don’t like it. Bring back the sunshine and heat, please.
I’ve been discontent all day. Whatever I’ve been doing, I’ve been wishing I was doing something else. Thing is, I can’t figure out what that something else is. It’s like my mood and attitude is as windy as the weather. I’ve worked on the computer and cooked but thought about sunshine and long walks.
And about the book writing I’m not getting done. Maybe that’s it. A niggling that there’s work to be done and I need to just plant the butt in the seat and do it.