Home again, home again, diggity dog.
Stayed up too late last night, up early this morning, and on the road by ten. The weather was much nicer going back, no shit. Stupid early snow.
I’m glad I saw Mom this weekend. It was both scary and reassuring. She sounds like she always sounds but yeah, the head stitching is just about right for the scariest Halloween costume ever. She made jokes about going as Mrs Frankenstein. Too bad she doesn’t get any trick or treaters, living out in the country.
JJ’s so tired, he stuck a pizza in the oven for dinner. We’re lounging on the couch with Suki, streaming a movie. Tomorrow is going to come too soon; both of us return to work. Neither of us is really looking forward to it.
Despite the car shopping and driving, I managed to write six thousand words the last three days. The new story is moving along well; the characters have taken over and are telling their story. I’m acting as go-between. (Writers will know what I mean.)
I hate how work interrupts my writing.