I am transcribing an interview for my book and (sigh) I don't wanna.
But I've fed the animals, the chickens are put to bed, I swam today and went to the dentist, I've had dinner, I'm bone tired from the last birth but I've run out of excuses.
So I'll put on some Patti Smith (just saw her perform-ohohoh my lawd in heaven), plug in my earphones and type.
Then I'll be pulled into a sweet alternate world with my dear friend and fellow midwife Audrey.
It's not all bad.