Must’ve been the trip up to Denver yesterday, but my ass was dragging all day today, and I didn’t have much excuse for it.
Up early, nonetheless.
Hit the keyboard around 6:30, and kept punching until S. came and fetched me for coffee.
Worked on the newest of the new stories and didn’t quit till I found the end. Put it aside and went to work on yard clean up, giving back to some of my more boisterous with a non-stop two-hour symphony of leaf-blower music.
Hit the gym after we put away the rakes and trash bags, but didn’t have a whole lot of energy left. Rode the stationary bike a while, lifted a couple of weights, then came home and call it quits.
Looking ahead to a quiet night. An early rise, and a new look at the novel.