Yeah, I know most people hate Mondays. I used to. Today, I realized I don't anymore. Yeah, it's hard to get the kids moving and out the door on time. Heck, it's hard to get myself moving - especially after the awesome, busy weekend we had.
Now, once the hectic, morning dust settles, I can write and I'm ecstatic. My house is quiet, except for the hum of the washer and the occasional odd, old house noise. Soon, I'll plant my butt in the chair. And try my darndest to achieve more than the measly 43 pages I managed last week.
I'll give the answer to my guessing game later.