A good day, although one that started slowly. The great test shall be tomorrow. Tomorrow is an anniversary dinner with my wife. We shall probably be home late, and I will certainly will have had a beer, at bare minimum.
Still. almost 12K words. If I’m not careful, this could turn into a book.
I got 2k tonight retelling the story of Job. That’s the beauty of having a traveling priest visit the old homestead.
Don’t be careful, sir. Put careful into its Happy Box until December 1st. On that day, you can carefully marvel at the stack of stuff you wrote when you weren’t being careful.