More shootings. This time in San Bernardino. Not sure what's wrong with the world, but hope it enjoys a full and healthy recovery. Soon. Before everything worth appreciating vanishes.
A lot of uninterrupted time today. Made the most of it. Revised a new draft, made notes on an earlier one. Researched submission possibilities and read another (the seventh) of the stories to be discussed in San Francisco. Lots of work ahead. Notes, more notes. Reading, more reading.
Sunny most of the day. A welcome sight, the blue sky. Night comes too soon, and with it, dark, nighttime thoughts. Got to the gym to chase away the blues, but discovered my access card missing. Home now with a bottle of wine instead.