Tired now

[desperance]

I have written, um, 1600 words today, and I would dearly love to get that up to 2K tonight. But, oh lordy, I am weary. Physically weary, more than weary of words. I have shopped for all the things. All of them. And I have done all the laundries that there are, and now I have to go downstairs and boil all the riceys that exist, for boys eat rice in vasty quantities. And I don't even want to get out of my chair, but I need to do this. And sweep the stairs and the kitchen, against Evidence of Cats. And tidy the worst of things out of the way, for - though they are only boys, and hence not fussy - they are still guests in my house, and, y'know.

*drags weary self away to domestic duties*