Morning

Every morning I allow myself the guilty pleasure of reading blogs. In the absence of English books, I go back into the archives of my favorite blogger and nibble on her life month by month. Not in chronological order, for some reason. Her blog leads me to others. Suddenly hours have passed and I’m still sitting groggily in my pajamas with a cold half-cup of instant coffee. Then I feel guilty for not sending out a productive flurry of pitches and receiving a subsequent flurry of checks. I worry a lot about finances lately, so I’m off.