Is it...is it Sunday already?

Time flew. Did much. So tired. And yet more to go. Must sleep for a half hour before starting things again but... as someone else here somewhere said in the last 24 hours or so...

"Keeling over now..."

Notes from the sandbar (you know, where I keeled over...)

Today's chorus earworm: "He that liveth and believeth in me shall neeeeeeh-vaaaaah diieeee...."

Going back to the gym was a surprisingly emotional experience for me. Had a tough moment there at the end talking to the trainer about what was and wasn't doable for myself. At the schedule we set, I should be back to the gym on Tuesday or Wednesday. I shall report.

All throughout the time phgellis was here, I was chased by a story and have been fitting in the writing around his visit. I've got about 2,600 words written. I figure another 1,000 or so and I'll be done.

Notes about the visit anon—for the record, it was a good one. Must get back to the writing before I have to prep for tonight's concert.