Today was a quite productive day at work. Yay? But sadly I now feel that I’m getting sick and so I’m forgoing my normal workout routine and as soon as I got home, got in my pajamas and sat on couch. Reading a good book sounds like the plan for the evening. Leftovers of roast beef won’t hurt. And early bed, of course. I do also feel I need to do some writing of some sort – but no muse is present at the moment. I’m half torn between writing weary wintry poetry or workmanlike prose commentary on the year just now past…but again, no muse. Perhaps someday soon. Perhaps someday.