And so I did. Let it all slide.
Everything but the writing and reading.
Meditation? Nope.
Exercise? Nope.
I even forgot to walk the dogs, and neither my wife or I noticed until it was bedtime.
Good thing we wore them out the previous couple of days.
Now, if only someone would allow me a day of rest.
My “sick” day, taken for rest, wasn’t exactly restful. I’m tired of the constant go.
I need hibernation. I need newness. I need to get laid.
I need to be out of this routine, and committed (in either sense of the word).
Target: 900 words
Written: 649 words, novella: The Mungk
Read: The Happiest Days Of Our Lives, Wil Wheaton (ironic, ain't it?)
Comics: The Wicked + The Divine 8-11
Music: Up On The Sun, Meat Puppets