This morning Miss DWH cannot find Mr DWH to ask help make the bed? or say goodbye before going to the office. Then she spies him outside, in grey shorts and t-shirt that says CHILL. He's in the garden, watering the corn he heard growing yesterday.
Miss DWH opens the garage door and steps out and he comes running, holding his covered coffee cup. Hustle hustle hustle, she laughs, because it's much too lovely of a morning to be hustling about before it's a requirement.
And what of the book progress? Miss DWH carries it with her, in a black faux leather bag from Target that has worn handles. The bag gets heavier, but the book doesn't get weightier. Instead there are two pairs of shoes - kitten heels for the office, tennis shoes for walking at lunch.
In which Miss Daily Writing Habit follows her attempts to write a novel.
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