Thought I might move into something like a productive day today, but instead woke with hangovers of Christmas, and the boys, and all the ways the holidays moved in directions that seemed to make no sense except as disruptors of a plan laid out in late November that never quite came to fruition.
Still sick with—whatever—and tired of it, along with the sore neck. Appointment with the surgeon next week, Tuesday. Hope to get to the bottom of what’s wrong, and how to deal with it. Meanwhile, need to find a way to get back to the gym and preserve what’s still there.
Felt good getting back to the keyboard, though I can’t say I got very far with it. Like the gym, I need to work myself back into a routine. Been pecking away at the new book, and think it’s going to be a good one if I don’t lose track of what I’m doing, or how to get there.
Miss the boys. Happy to see the holidays move on this year, but the rest is hard. Lots to do in the next few weeks. Let’s hope to catch a few breaks in the process.