It's been a busy week, which sort of goes without saying. I alternate between feeling good about making progress, going aaaaaaaaaa! how am I ever going to get all this done?, and feeling so tired I don't care.
I have thing I'd like to write about but I keep ending up doing the writing in the three minutes before I go to bed, when I don't just forget. My intention in writing every day was not to create a diary but rather to actually write stuff, and that has largely gone by the wayside in the name of getting something up on most days. Oh well.