So here's an update on my daily shenanigans and what passes for my schedule.
Mayhem's permanently signed up to the evening shift so, on Crunch Days, he could plausibly be working between midday and eight at night. Because Mayhem wants to be there an hour in advance, I'm driving at ten.
I have a lot of the morning to get my writing into gear, do my stretchies, and otherwise maintain my meat suit.
And that means I have my afternoons to attempt other projects. Theoretically. I've yet to have that happen.
I have today to mess around with things, attempt things, and otherwise get on with getting on.
...single-handedly, because Jolie has decided to use my left hand as a pillow.