After Carter's, went to Borders where I bought Kavi a book ("That's not my dragon") and then settled down to try to write. I didn't have so much time, since right now my excursions are limited by how long I can go without pumping (3-4 hrs comfortably), unless I want to bring the pump along and try to find a private place to pump. But I did work for about an hour on the nonfiction book and drafted a thousand words. I'm finding myself really wanting to write -- when I start, the words come easily, which wasn't true for much of the last year. I think all this semi-quiet time with baby is actually pretty good for generating the urge to write; I just have to start regularly making some time/space to actually do the writing.
Then ran a few more errands (we're finally getting around to putting up some curtains in the west windows, mostly to try to cut down on the summer heat -- if we had more spare cash, we would have had professionals come and install honeycomb shades, which are super energy efficient, but it's not in the budget right now -- maybe next year). And then home, to feed baby and pump, eat dinner of leftover curry (I've started cooking again, yay), and then we all went for a nice walk before bed, a slow square around the block.
Nice day. Next time, I should try to fit in two hours of writing. Though I suppose it's more important to try to fit in some writing each day -- something beyond journal/blog entries, that is. :-)