Spooky made a trip to the storage unit, and it was 90˚F on the floor where all our shit's stored.
And I wrote. I did 1,230 words on the new story for Sirenia Digest #162, "The End of All Flesh is Before Me." And then I went back to work on the glyptosaur paper, which I'm sort of pulling apart and putting back together. Better.
This afternoon, I watched a documentary about Petra on the National Geographic Channel, and then we watched the last three episodes of the third season of Stranger Things, and I almost cried at the end.
And that was today.