It’s sort of odd to be sitting in the middle of a ginormous mall and writing out my plans for the week in an old spiral note book, but that’s been my new routine. Once Pip goes to preschool, I park at the mall, walk a half hour, then sit my butt down and write. It feels glorious. For some reason, it wasn’t until I went to that mall that I realized what a funk I’d been in. It’s just depressing sometimes to take the kids to school, come home, clean up the house, then sit alone at the computer. I

Source:Nordstrom, coffee and the Zen of notebooks