Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

My husband and I vacuumed this morning and dusted, and he washed the kitchen floor. We have a lot of maintenance tasks this week, with the plumber coming tomorrow to see if we can turn on the water heater, and the next day the furnace repairperson coming to see if we can turn the furnace back on, then Friday we are driving to the cabin to winterize it. Lots of chores, but kind of our own fault because we take care of things in spurts, then ignore tasks for weeks, then tackle something again. It's difficult to get behind these relentless tasks that must be repeated ad infinitum. It's a gloomy day today, with no sun, cool, and we of course have no heat. I'm toasting myself in my studio with an electric heater, and reading a delightful book about writing fiction "What about the Baby?" by Alice McDermott. It's lively and a kind of mini memoir. Her references to authors and the abundance of quotes are fun to read. I doubt it will inspire me to write, but that is not my purpose in reading it. I've only read one of her books, so it's not that either. It's her enthusiasm and it's contagious. She reminds me why I've always loved reading. Joy.