I have been watching the news and working the day job today, and I really didn’t get much else done. Well, a page here and there, and some more plodding toward a revised draft of the book du jour.

Why is it always the day when you have the least time that the really fun suggestions start rolling in? I feel as if I have to say no to everything, just because… well, how can I promise?

I think I got in about thirteen miles, today. (Uhm, yes. On my feet. All day job related.) The humidity is absolutely wretched–by my standards, anyway–and I wound up spritzing my backpack with rubbing alcohol in the hopes that the stench would drink itself to death.

As of right now, I’m managing to convince myself that it worked.