Though I got some work done on the governmental form for my story’s featured city, an important piece of the plot, I did not write as much as I wish I could have.
One of our dogs slipped out the gate when my back was turned and I didn’t notice she was gone for about 30 minutes. By that time, being a runner, she could have been half way across town. I searched, by car and on foot, but I knew after the first “Bella, come!” and no dog showed it was a fools errand. We’ve just moved and she’s only been on a few walks. I doubt she’s imprinted on “home” yet.
Honestly; after that, I really didn’t feel like writing. A terrible no-good fucked up day :-T