I'm with you, Barbara. Wrote until late last night. Feeling this morning like I've got pea soup - or something like - lodged between my ears. Coffee didn't help. Maybe a second cup will do the trick. Getting closer to the characters, though. I'm envious of the ease you seem to have with your people. Line of the day so far:
They were in bed, her bed, leg over leg, breathing the warm air of their own presence.
That's all for now.
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