There was no writing yesterday. Nor any physical therapy, which is bad. But I did cross a lot off my list, including fixing Sammy’s butterfly wings.

Hopefully, I can get something done today. I have people coming to give an estimate on trimming the freaking grove that is my yard (Seriously, I have twenty trees on my property. At least two of which are saplings, and one of which is dead.), so I have to be like, coherent when they show up. Which is hard when I’m writing, especially at home. I tend to get sucked into my head, which makes details like how much they are charging per tree much more slippery than normal.