Anyway, yesterday was exhausting, but overall a pretty good day. And then I fell down and was in bed by 10. Now I am warming up leftover pad thai for breakfast, and plan to spend the day curled up on the sofa with a succession of good books. I should really turn the robot loose on the floor at some point, also, because it's kind of crunchy. And I need to make bread. Because bread needs to get made.
Maybe I will make Chaz's pretzel bread, because he's good at bread. That can be my exercise for the day.
But in the meantime, pad thai and coffee and the rest of The Grand Tour.
(I'm still waiting to regrow enough to finish Chill, the amazing book that has never for one moment of its existence built up anything resembling momentum. It's the Sisyphean book: uphill both ways. SRSLY. You never learn to write novels: you only learn to write THIS novel. Still, I would really like to move from the phase of "writing this novel" to "having written this novel," but maybe I will get a genius insight before bedtime and eke out a couple of pages.)