Dear Diary,

It was one of those days. A sort of recover and do nothing much kind of day. Mosquitos kept both me and Darling up well into the early morning hours, so we’re both basically worthless. He had to call in sick, and for me: just no way I could write fiction. Nothing to keep, anyway.

Cuddling on the sofa and Deep Space 9 and occasionally eating. That’s pretty much it.

Tomorrow will be better.

Until then,