My track record for writing in the evening is poor as is my quality. Yet here I am again having misplaced my morning.
You’re thinking that yesterday’s effort at creative writing let you down and that I’d raise you up today. I won’t. While yesterday’s post may not have warmed me up like a few jumping jacks, it did feel like a start. It felt like cracking my knuckles.
Today felt like a phone call just as I started to workout. Let’s get that one call out of the way and we can focus on our workout tomorrow.
Day 238