Dress in my Steampunk gear. Fall halfway asleep on my bed.
Dream about running from mechanical monsters.
Wake up listen to the violin, see my girls playing with magnets.
Make myself a cup of coffee.
My girls show me their creations and all the tricks they can do with their tongues.
“Put the pieces together now you mother woman.” I tell myself, pull out my computer and start to write. However, this has to be all. Back on track.
Guest are arriving this evening. I had better get everything ready.
Love to you all.