Well, this one started out with a sigh and never got any better.
Woke around three with my arm talking to me in a big way. Couldn’t make the ache go away and eventually signed on for some Aleve. Helped a little, but not much. Got out of be around six and went down to the cottage to write but was so tired, I’m not sure it was worth it.
Plugged away till mid afternoon when we got a call from young Jack. He was killing time, waiting for the official start of his birthday party.
Tried to write a little more, but gave up in favor of a walk.
I’ll leave this one in the loss column for the time being. But no point in bitching. With some sleep tomorrow might prove to be better day. Hope so.