It’s already going to be an interesting day.
I’m firkin tired.
My wrist hurts.
I’m still behind by 1500 words on my novel.
I have a doctor’s appointment at 1 PM to see about an in-home sleep study.
…but at least I’m not freezing my niblets off at my main compy.
In anticipation of this BS, I put my lappy in the bedroom and I am now writing in bed. Convenient for when I can finally take a nap-nap.
65 words into my 1500.
Wish me luck.
Wish me sanity.
Wish me slumber.