I'm jealous of Dawn and Tam. They're writing. I have ideas and scenes rattling in my head that scurry away like rats when I try to put them down. I hate that.
Between the weather and the non-existant workload, my brain is turning to mush.
**How can you care?** 'Because I choose to.' **You make it sound so simple.** 'That's because it is simple. Hard sometimes, but simple.'