I could do the math on that, but I won’t. It’d be discouraging in all the bad sorts of ways.
Not a lot of writing done, not a lot of other stuff done. It was mostly errands and small chores and dealing with a damp, cold day today. Never really warmed up, never really changed beyond a depressing cool day.
Sunset was nice, so there was that.
I’ll be more interesting tomorrow, I hope.
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