Today was the first morning in a week where I didn’t get up early to write fiction. I have a reasonable excuse and will find the time to bang out some words later. The big question is if my newfound old habit will work with a three year old in the house, which starts today and goes on for a week. We’ll see.
It’s been a good week in the house, but we’re back in the city now, facing harder restrictions, or “advisory behavior”, as it were. We’re already adhering to it though, so no biggie.
Also, trick or treaters will be shot on sight. Or turned away with wrapped candy, whatever happens first.