Tempus fugit

[rolanni]

If my calculations are correct, tomorrow is Monday.

Oh, well. At least it’s a short week.

I’m not entirely sure where the day went — answered some business correspondence; started a pile of stuff to go to the hospital; caught and repaired an infelicity in George before it became an error; washed dishes and dosed cats. Jotted down a couple new words on George, and. . .welladay.

Hope everyone had a lovely weekend.

Progress on The Book Presently Known as George:
30,265 words/100,000 OR 30.26% complete

His mother sighed and came over to sit next to him on the bed. Thorn raised his head and yawned, which was rude, but cats, Syl Vor noticed, were never scolded for being rude.

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