Screwball Monday.
Mornings are definitely getting darker, but this one happened to be warm. Thought maybe I was going to be looking at an early rain, but not so. Worked a couple of hours, then drank a couple of cups and went off to the see the dentist for a teeth cleaning.
Read the new essay from N when I got back, wrote a quick critique and wandered off to the gym. Can’t say I pushed things—felt tired for some reason—but did enough to get by. Working through a new bout of the blues, I guess.
Worked a little more when I got home, then went off to Stanley’s to free the pickup. Turns out the window motor isn’t broken. Or at least not broken enough to replace. The mechanic monkeyed with it and got it to roll up, and that’s where it’s going to stay until hell freezes over. Or I do.
Young M. tomorrow. Looking forward to seeing him.
Meantime, lots of niggling paperwork to try and get out of my hair. Guess I’ll have to shoot for another early rise.