Woke up with half a story in my head, and snoozed a bit until I’d mentally finished it. Got up, wrote about 2K — not done, but enough to leave it alone for a while. Went to the library. Did a little web work. Went for a run. Read a little while cooling down, then went to dinner with the spouse. Came home and collapsed in front of the TV.
Yeah. That’s my idea of a good day.
Wow. That sounds like an awesome day. I’m jealous.