Springtime Musings

I’ve been rather like this tea kettle lately. On the burner all February, typing like mad—a kettle at full pressure—and finally pouring out a not-too-shabby cuppa tea. Now, however, my whistle is spent. I perch on the stove, quiet and comfy, and there’s no smidgen of desire to type. Instead, I’m blissfully devouring old Agatha Christie’s, spending my days in general lazy enjoyment of life. Eventually, the heat will mount under me again and the softest whistle will begin. At that time, I’ll pull out my laptop and start editing. But until then, let Spring reading continue!