Did it. Managed a reading draft of "Dead Drift." Put in some serious time on another new story as well. Between the two finished a NYer piece by Don DeLillo and did some catch up reading in the Jenks book.
Dispiriting email from a buddy in Wisconsin. Bad luck going back so many years it's hard to fathom. Getting older doesn't fix much, does it? Strange looking back and remembering how good things seemed at the beginning. How much they change and veer off course with the smallest bit of english.
Got some sleep last night. Needed it. Looking forward to a quiet evening. Right now, got a kitty who needs attention.