Long night, long day.
Up coughing till five in the morning. Bad dreams in between. Managed to get to the keyboard early, though, and finish two projects before three. Felt good to do some commercial work and get away from the fiction for a while.
Picked up the boys a little before four. Brought them home and fed them, then went off to the store to pick up a pizza. Look forward to a quiet night at home, a good night’s sleep, and with any luck an early go at the long piece.
Still bummed about the closing of Glimmer Train. What a strangely unsettling thing to see another good pub go down.
Breathe in. Breathe out. It’s all you can do.