Good day. Sort of. Got up early and made headway with the novel, took a brief excursion into editor land where I wrote one of my N reviews, and even started cutting my lawns before the mower expired. Hoping it was a flooded fuel line, but you never know.
Surgeon called while I was editing. Told me I’d torn my rotator cuff, front and back. Also partially tore my biceps. All good news—in that it wasn’t bone cancer. They’ll schedule me for surgery on Monday.
Was going to write more, but the arm is bad tonight. Pain keeps reaching up into the neck. Can’t wait to try and write with one hand.
More tomorrow.