Up a little late. Not much, but a little. Started a new short piece, though didn’t get very far.
Lit out for the gym for some PT a little before noon. Got in some good work. Came home and took a nap after finishing a story in the New Yorker.
Two more pieces in my N queue. Will need to get moving if I want to get my critiques out the door.
Overcast most of the day, but it rained late afternoon and the skies have finally cleared.
No new word on mom. Made up my mind I wasn’t going to drive down there unless she improved enough to know who I was, but hanging back is a bitch, too.
Cooking pork chops tonight. Can smell them braising, all the way out here.