I only slept about three hours last night, which pretties much kills any hope of getting through the work I need to get done today. I have a call from my agent coming at 2:30 p.m., but other than that, I fear the day is a loss. We're waiting on the fourth winter storm of March, a day after spring. Right now, it's overcast and 37˚F, with the windchill at 26˚F. As it stands, we're expecting five to eleven inches.
Yesterday, I signed signatures pages for an anthology. Last night, we finished our third viewing of Season One of True Detective.