A "working through" sort of day. Some reading, some writing, some dangerously-counter-productive thinking, and a brief trip to the gym. Didn't quite get around the new story I've had rattling around in my head, but hope to address that shortfall tomorrow.
Was thinking about my dad yesterday. Miss our talks on the phone. He was always funny, always a good sounding board. Best of all, when he was finished saying what he had to say, he'd tell me he loved me and hang up.
Got myself in a bad place yesterday. Math problems. How many times does an old guy travel to his cabin in Wyoming before someone takes away his watch and keys?
Think it might be nice to go to a movie tomorrow.