Another solid Sunday.
For real…I got some stuff done—the laundry, for one—but not a ton done. And that was nice. I had therapy, hung out with Bear and the pups. She had some auditions to tape, so we taped those. I took a nap. I wanted to go out and take a bike ride because it was beautiful out, but I opted instead to get some other stuff done. Glad I did.
I have a lot to do tomorrow. A list of shit to just get done that I’ve been putting off for a while. Hopefully work is a bit slow again so I can actually get through it all. We’ll see.
I broke out my writing tracker that I haven’t looked at since last year. I fell off the wagon using it. And I was really grooving with it a while ago…but I got out of rhythm with it. I finally missed it enough tonight to pull it out and get myself set up for the week.
I’d love to have a great writing week this coming week. I want to set some goals. I’m floundering a bit at the moment, but there’s no reason I can’t turn that around, one small step at a time. So, tomorrow…a small step.
Need to get some sleep, now. Night night.