Rolled out of bed at 7:30am on Saturday, ready to dress, shower, do some free weights, and head downtown for pilates followed by local writing jam session.
Stumbled into the kitchen and realized I really, really, didn’t want to do anything at all. Stayed home, watched adventure movies, did some rewriting of what I’d done Friday (which seemed really brilliant on Friday, and looked like something I must have written while on crack by Saturday morning), and started reading The Origins of War.
Jenn did our twice-yearly book count and came up with a combined total of 1377.
There are worse addictions we could have.
