Late. Busy back-to-back workdays. Small window of revision time this morning before the day evaporated. Feeling good about the quality, less so about the quantity.
Had a break mid-day, and found a paperback copy of All the Pretty Horses. Couldn’t resist. Forty pages later, I may have to finish it again for the—what?—hundredth time? What a book.
Chicken tonight. Asparagus on the side. Need to kick back and relax. Cool temps tomorrow.