Yeah, but my hands look good ...

[solafiamma]

So, I was on my way to the story (no, really), when it occurred to me that a bit lunch wouldn't be amiss, because hey, one o'clock. I had rice krispies and milk because the cupboards, while not quite bare, are not exactly overflowing, and I'm trying to cut down on wheat, and milk does a body good. As lunches go, it was less than inspiring, but it was a distraction.

And then I decided that what I really needed was a manicure. I am not in the least bit girly about these things, in fact the last time I gave myself a thorough manicure was, like, never. If I remember to push back my cuticles once every six months I feel pretty proud of myself. But somehow today, today when I'm thissss close to finishing the story, I just had to have a manicure. Which, incidentally, I didn't do half badly, considering.