Back at it. Felt like Saturday, all day, and don’t know why. Anyway, got in another morning’s worth of good revisions, followed by a long FT conversation with young Jack. Not sure where the middle afternoon went—if there in fact was one—but took a late walk and jogged the soccer field stairs, then came home and started a pot of leek and potato soup.
Got to be later than usual last night, so hope to make up for it tonight. Tired from all the running around.
Couple of Aleve and a glass of wine ought to move things along.