Friday already?

In case you're keeping count,

I didn't do any fiction writing this week, again.

Seriously, how fast are these weeks going, and is it just because we haven't had as much snow as I usually associate with winter? It's like somebody sped up the conveyor belt.

Here's a short list of more things I won't be doing today, or this weekend probably:

fiction writing

finishing anything on my knitting needles

cooking supper

staying away from the computer

tap dancing (though I feel a little tap shoe viewing coming on; mine look like my mother's old saddle shoes and even though I never learned to do a single one of the steps nicely I do love dreaming of figuring it out some day)

and

eating chocolate.

That last one? That's because I ate all the chocolate yesterday while not writing fiction.