I shall do nothing today, and by that, I mean I'll do everything. Everything that I desire. I commit only to lounging in bed with coffee, a good book (The Secret of Lost Things), my blogs, a waiting stack of Tiffany Blue stationery (would you like a letter?), my faithful hound who never leaves my side, and the dancing flame (courtesy of the ceiling fan wind) of the scented candle --the curtains are drawn, filtering the daylight through a soothing, pale French blue.
Perhaps if I'm feeling really ambitious, I'll take you along for a walk around my hilly neighborhood, thinking about better women and better writers than me, out traipsing the moors with grand ideas.