Slept well, off an on, but rose a little later than usual. Did some work at the keyboard, then drove out to the Covid testing site for a culture. Slept when I got home.
No workout today. Air quality alert. Skies are grey and brown and ugly, and to make matters worse, the heat and humidity are miserable, too. Would’ve been a great day to go to a movie—if there were movies.
Had a half hour of FaceTime with the boys. The highlight of the day, as always. Jack was very sweet. Offered his condolences over Gramma Bobbie’s passing. He’d been working on a breakfast cereal concoction he’d hoped would cure her. He was sad he hadn’t been able to get it to her in time.
Not sure what the rest of the weekend will bring, but again, am happy to be able to lose myself in my writing. Too many things to think about, and little to do about them anyway.
Maybe I can swing a day fishing soon, now that the sling is off.