More of the same.
Early rise, early day at the keyboard. Brief interlude with the jump rope around noon, then off to PT. Can’t say I accomplished a whole lot else, except for a brief walk and a bit of reading.
Pretty day today. Warmer than I figured it would be. If I’d known, I might have gone fishing again.
No big plans for tomorrow. Just more of the same.
A new Salman Rushdie story in this week’s New Yorker. Gonna get after that tonight.