Still on my weekend visit at my daughter’s. The weather is lousy. Icy cold, feels like below freezing point, even though it isn’t. Close enough, though.
It’s cloudy, gray and very, very windy. Raining? Not sure. Will NOT go out today and realize it is.
It seems I’ll get an hour or more to spend with my novel today. Have just a little more than 1800 words left to write, then I’ve reached the 50.000 for NaNoWriMo. Feels good. Finish today?
I love to be here, but I also miss my home, my preferable food, my everyday habits. But soon enough I’m back home again, and tomorrow night I’ll sleep in my own bed. And miss not being here any longer.
The weather looks a lot better on the photo, than when I look out through the windows.