It's stopped raining, however temporarily it might be doing so. However, my
spidey senses adjusted septum is telling me that rain should be coming by. Soon to now.
Please, rain, do kindly fuck off to the dryer regions until we have that concrete nice and set. There's a peach.
Today, Beloved and I are boxing out the concrete zone. I am also unfucking the house, writing my Instant, and potentially scribing 1K words further towards this week's goal of 9K. If I can get 3K done by Wednesday, that means I have Thursday and Friday relatively free to do whatever.
But first, I must actually focus on shit.
Focus music hasn't done a lot for me this morning. I just spent an hour zoning out and scrolling through Tumblr.
May today be a lot more productive, if only for the sheer contrast.