Worked on a couple of new pieces this morning after a long, restless night.
For once, I can’t blame the arm for keeping me awake, though it didn’t feel all that spectacular either. Closed the bathroom door after running Drano down the shower drain, and was forced to listen to Mr. Kitcat caterwaul the rest of the night because I’d shut him out of his current favorite water hole. Biggest bummer was, the treatment didn’t work.
Not sure how much headway I made on the stories either, but no complaints even so. Got in some reading time, a decent workout, and a long chat with Jack on FaceTime.
Pork chops for dinner.
A bottle of wine, maybe.
We’ll see where the evening leads.