Tired, man.
Up at the crack of down and down to the cottage to work. Made good headway with the S project, but was sidetracked on a number of occasions and eventually lost all my steam.
Did a little more cleanup around the house, then headed out to the gym for a mid-day workout.
FaceTimed with Jack when I got home.
Not much more to the day except to say a baby mouse ran into the cottage, panicked and needed to be extracted. Caught him with the pond net and released him into the alley. Hope his people find him, or vice versa.
Haven’t done any fiction writing for two days, and am enjoying the break. Sort of.