Standing room only on Max into work
Lunch @ 3:00
Standing on Max on way home
Beer. Bed. Literature can wait until tomorrow.
EDIT: 9:20 — sat down at the behest of Shannon, who declared that ten minutes would be a good thing. I killed a couple of hundred words I’d written yesterday (including notes for rewriting the entire scene) and wrote –whoosh-– many more than that. 12 minutes.
Smart wife. I don’t feel like the day beat me, now.
Crossposted from Epinephrine & Sophistry