Finally I'm beginning to make some real progress on my housework essay. I still don't know where it's going or what it might do once it gets there, but sentences are flowing and paragraphs are sprouting, and my reading life has gone haywire, in a very good way.

Of course this would happen in the midst of an incredibly busy week, when I am obligated to do many, many things that have nothing to do with staying home and constructing an essay. By the time I'm back to wandering around the rooms and staring out the windows, will all of my writing pep have dissolved?

Pep is a word with a fine old-fashioned huckster feel. Just saying it makes me feel as if I should drink a few bromides or get started on my Indian-club exercises. Care to join me?