Much ado about life

In the proverbial blink of an eye, i've slept through a week and done nothing of significance. I hereby declare my honeymoon period over. Period to the period. Period.

The way to prevent a year of decadence, it dawns (yet to catch one, incidentally) on me, is to consistently write on each tiny triumph as they occur - a broken tap fixed, new muscles found, one of the many books read... and so on.

Is it time for a new writing space? hmmm....