Yesterday, I spontaneously decided to take Friday off. We've been involved in a massive project at work and I was just worn out. Plus, my brain has been too full of "work-related" junk to focus on the novel. It was the right decision.
Today was absolutely lovely.
I slept in, had a leisurely breakfast, wrote a bit, then met my brother (who is visiting here with his family) for lunch, then came home, turned on the fireplace, lit the candles, turned on the classical music, and got to work on the novel.
It's been a nice, low-key day, exactly what I needed.
And I even have a bonus to end the day on: it's snowing! :-)
Have a great weekend!