Monday, July 27, 2015
Up at 4, racquetball from 5-7, then a full day of writing until 8 p.m. Sent 4 to Chris and working on 5 and 6. Drafting 7. The day went so quickly though. I remember when a full day of writing felt like a large chunk of time. Not anymore. It goes by so quickly, too quickly, even when I'm doing nothing else. I tried squeezing in an hour or so of other tasks, but I couldn't do it. I had too much to do before leaving for SF.
After 8:30, I drove to Alice's. I'm accompanying her to two appointments, one for her shoulder and the other for her groin pain that has lasted so many years.
Up at 4, racquetball from 5-7, then a full day of writing until 8 p.m. Sent 4 to Chris and working on 5 and 6. Drafting 7. The day went so quickly though. I remember when a full day of writing felt like a large chunk of time. Not anymore. It goes by so quickly, too quickly, even when I'm doing nothing else. I tried squeezing in an hour or so of other tasks, but I couldn't do it. I had too much to do before leaving for SF.
After 8:30, I drove to Alice's. I'm accompanying her to two appointments, one for her shoulder and the other for her groin pain that has lasted so many years.
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