Odd bit of a day. Hardly slept (sore throat). Up early, into the gym a little after six, then home to look after small things. Shipped off both N critiques, and read Tom Jenks's terrific new short story "Come, Labor On," on The American Scholar.
Didn't accomplish much of anything in the way of writing, but did manage to upgrade my submissions bin.
Cold, blustery day. Snow fell this morning, and there's more to come this evening. Saw a feed from The Lodge at Willard Spring up on the Bighorns. Snow, wind, and an inhospitable looking sky. In another month it'll look like an alpine paradise. Can't wait to get up there.