Young M and I have bonded on a new level. Turns out his true vocation is construction. Woke early and wrote for an hour or two, then retired to the garage with him where we drilled, sawed, hammered, pulled staples, set screws and removed bolts with a crescent wrench—an operation that consumed much of the morning.
Stuck around the house all day, but managed to get off the last of my N critiques in the process. So I’m home free for a while, and with any luck unencumbered enough to move closer to the end of the long piece.
Took the baby for a wagon ride around one. Weather was hot, but tolerable in the shade. Haven’t been out of the house since.
Not sure where the days are going, but they’re piling up fast. Look forward to getting back to they gym tomorrow and maybe getting a haircut afterward. Something different.
Need to find my way into some new stories. A new novel, maybe. Can’t seem to find as much time to read as I’d like, and been too tired to do much at night, either, when I go to bed. Hot weather’s made me lazy.