Slept like a dead man last night thanks to two bottles of wine and a couple of Aleve.
Had a spirited dinner with K the night before, and it set the right mood for the weekend.
Up early writing, editing the new novel, and cleaning up old files. Held off taking a walk after seeing what a nice day it was and how many people were taking advantage of it, but got in a nap and little bit of reading time.
My god, what an extravagant waste of a day!
Got a facetime call from Jack mid-afternoon, and a walk later on, so things went about as well as you could have asked.
Saw some new sprouts coming up in the lawn. Let’s hope the fungicide is doing its part, too.
Kicking back tonight, like always.
Tomorrow—to fresh woods and pastures new.