Never in a millions years did I think I'd return to work exhausted and dehydrated.
But I did.
No, this blog won't expound on it (that's for another post).
But last night was the first good sleep I had in a long time. I slept in until almost six o'clock, wrote fiction until five (and hated to cut it off) and then finished spent about three hours with featurey things for work.
Too hot and humid for much power walking, although I'll get some steps in when the sun goes down.
In the meantime: housework!
Why would the Steward be proud? Because he's all about writing.
And today was productive on both sides of my writing coin.
And I feel rested. For the first time over a week.
It was a good day.
But I did.
No, this blog won't expound on it (that's for another post).
But last night was the first good sleep I had in a long time. I slept in until almost six o'clock, wrote fiction until five (and hated to cut it off) and then finished spent about three hours with featurey things for work.
Too hot and humid for much power walking, although I'll get some steps in when the sun goes down.
In the meantime: housework!
Why would the Steward be proud? Because he's all about writing.
And today was productive on both sides of my writing coin.
And I feel rested. For the first time over a week.
It was a good day.
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