Won’t say winter’s here, but woke this morning to snow flurries and dropping temps. Supposed to be 18 tonight. Lower or higher, the new grass seen doesn’t stand much of a chance.
Up earlier than usual—before five—and couldn’t get back to sleep. Went out to the cottage and went to work, finishing revisions on the long piece.
Stayed at the keyboard until a little after noon, then went off in search of flu and pneumonia shots.
Sent off mss when we got home. Marketing materials.
Rest is up to…whatever.
Arm’s sore, eyes are burning and it’s time to quit.
More tomorrow.