What you'd expect...

A lost day, if memory figures into it. Young M showed early, and everything spiraled into oblivion. Got a bit of work out of the way, but not much. Okay, considering I didn’t expect to get anything accomplished at all. Wrote a critique for N, pushed some correspondence out the door, read over a couple of new drafts, and managed some market research to boot.

Chilly day. 20s, I’d guess, though I didn’t have a chance to check.

Looking ahead to tomorrow. Weather’s supposed to break. A little.

Staying busy, but feeling the tug of people gone or gone silent and wondering where it all leads. Wish I were better at saying what I feel.