Busy days. I wonder how many times I’ve written those words? It doesn’t matter, days are days, busy or not, and then they’re not and you relax before sleep. As long as the busy stuff is rewarding, everything’s fine. When it’s not, well, that’s a different story. By which I mean nothing at this moment in time, I’m just sleep-deprived from too much on my plate, and it’s not easing up before springtime. So onwards, right?