Or maybe not

So I've made a tentative start on the Nanowrimo story, but think I have the scent of the trail that might lead me to the end. I am drinking coffee again, albeit smaller sizes than I used to order. I'm less sleepy at the computer but still giving myself the big LifeCoach treatment as I work through tasks. I find myself thinking wistfully about house cleaning projects. Surely that can't be right ... fantasising about housework?