An evening, salvaged...

Long, quiet day. Pushed papers at the office, worked on script for the Royal Gorge, did some billing and still managed a few revisions. Haven't been able to muster enough energy for a deep push, writing into the evening. The cold dark nights sap the cheer out of it. Glad to see the weekend come round. Have a little time for my fiction. If it's warm, maybe get in some snowshoeing. Headed out to the gym with the wrong set of keys. Begged my way in only to discover I'd left my workout clothes at home. Picked up a six on the way home. Figured it was the best I'd be able to do, given the cursed nature of the evening.