Later start than usual. Back to work on novel.
Abbreviated morning owing to PT. Caught up on incidentals when I got home, then went out for a short walk. Everything caught up with me early afternoon and had to lie down for a nap.
Tried to FaceTime the boys but came up empty. Maybe tomorrow.
Spent the late day writing an N. Critique. Last of the submissions ought to be rolling in soon. Meanwhile, plenty to do.
Letter from the Westchester Review today. They want to publish “Astray.”
Just so the day couldn’t end on a quiet note, got word they’ve put mom on a feeding tube.
Strange days ahead.