Yesterday was one of those days where I couldn’t get started until almost after noon. (Apart form my morning work, which I finished fairly early.) Life kept interrupting. Nothing bad, just normal stuff that I usually don’t have to worry about, and it slowed me way down. NY was chatty, too, and I had some business to take care of outside of writing. Nit-picky stuff.
As a consequence, I put in a very long day, not getting out of my office until almost eleven. But I got it done, damn it. I was not going to spend three days on what should have taken me one. Two was bad enough. I’d like to say that today is going to go faster, but it’s not. Ah well. What else do I have to do, right? -laugh-
Thing Two is moving into his new room with the Douglas fir floor. Looks nice. We found a tin soldier under a broken floorboard. Pictures when I get the time. ;-)