Thought myself into a hole long before getting out of bed this morning, but managed to climb at least partway out of it by mid-afternoon.
Was up early—it’s getting darker by the day, isn’t it?—working on a short. Been trying to pare it back, but it seems to like its current length, around seven thousand words. Had a moment this morning, thinking maybe I’ll give up the writing game for good. Start spending all my spare time fishing. I gave up smoking a long time ago. Why not words?
Worked out early today, and the gym was entirely empty. Wish I’d had more energy than I did—I might have made the whole circuit—but even so it was nice to have the place to myself.
Took a short nap when I got home, then worked a little more before catching up with Jack and his chess instructor on Zoom. Good seeing him again. Matt, too, though it was only for a moment.
Looking for a quiet night. Not much happening around the neighborhood. Things are pretty quiet.