Mom’s dead a year today. Hard to believe. Still have moments of thinking I’ll call or write her, only to remember she isn’t around anymore. What a lovely, irrepressible soul.
Wrote well today, though I didn’t make it as far as I’d hoped. Still, good work, even in limited supply, is a thing to be enjoyed.
Put in some quality time today at the gym. More than usual. Felt good to be creeping back into my old routine. If I can make it a few weeks without getting derailed, who knows, maybe I can make up ground on the surgical shoulder? Not sure the bicep will ever look right again, but maybe I’ll get lucky there, too.
Skies came back a bit today. Not a lot, but enough to notice a difference. Meanwhile, every national headline is about global warming. Can’t help but worry what sort of world we’re bequeathing to our grandsons.
Drinks with G tomorrow at the Broadmoor, a small celebration of his TV series, SurrealEstate. Looking forward to seeing him again. Been too long.
Figure to get back to work on the synopsis tomorrow. Get the reader draft of “Cold Cocked” in line. Busy week. Lots in front of me.