I knew it. This is my problem, frankly. I really need someone else to take care of me and my stuff so I can write.
And now I have proof...
I write a poem-a-day in April and my house is a mess. And now I have a full week's work and will not be home at all much until next Monday.
So my poetry will suffer!
Ah- maybe that's a good thing- it's not like it matters.