I’m being less communicative than usual. Work is kicking my ass and I’m trying to still write. I finally crossed the 30K threshold tonight on the rewrite and things feel like they’re finally moving. Sleep is problematic for all kinds of reasons.

And then tonight Robie jumped in the toilet. After scrubbing him down with a wet towel, I closed all the potty lids.

I need the rest cure, methinks. Soon.