More work. Set up shop on the dining room table and went to work on all the shit that I couldn’t get to while I was hammering on the magazine last week. One big cycle of “Always something due, somewhere.” Kinda crazy. Driving back was a nice breather, if you can call driving 770 miles in one push “A breather.”

Didn’t too much today other than work and think about all the shit that is due when I get back, if I ever do. Rats.