Ran out of ambition somewhere between getting out of bed and heading off to the gym.
Made some revisions on the short piece, but not many and not enough to call it a reader draft yet. Nothing on the new long piece.
Temps climbed well into the nineties while I watched my beloved lawn wilt and frazzle.
Took a short nap, but even that didn’t live up to expectations.
Thought I might pull a few dead plants from the yard, but meh, got too lazy for that as well.
Did manage some decent reading time with Mr. Steinbeck.
Tonight, wine and revelry.