Losing light, bit by bit. Wake like clockwork around 5:30, but to a darker sky every morning.
Into the gym, and office, early. A productive day for the most part, though incoming projects are keeping me honest. Need to find time to get organized before the next batch of surprises arrives. Feel like a man whose arms are overflowing with packages.
Spent the better part of the afternoon running errands. Hardware store for, well, hardware. Lumber yard for lumber. Rental outfit for tables, chairs, and the like. Propane station for gas. Doesn't sound like much, but the traffic was miserable and everything took more time than expected. Gonna have to wait till tomorrow to mow the lawn.
Dreaming of a weekend where fishing and writing are my only concerns.