Today I try to think about my reaction to W's statement that we read too soon and my immediate drop of my latest fairy tale. Rationally, I know that it doesn't matter what W said and he would be upset to know that it stopped me cold. But writing isn't always rational. And I also try to face that the tax returns are done and it's time for me to sit down and edit a story to submit to Analog.
And now, in true Monday fashion, I have hyper-extended, if not strained, my left ankle. I didn't realize just how asleep my left foot was from curling it under me as I sat and I somehow folded the foot back underneath when I tried to walk on it. At least I can put weight on it. gingerly.