Another day of progress toward the goal. Maybe I’ll get there.
Up early-ish again. Morning routine, some good work, visited my parents, some more good work, ran a poker tournament, tired, to bed early-ish. I’d say that I’m getting closer to my early rising goal, except that I had a conversation with a friend wherein we talked about being life-long, irredeemable, night people. We’ll see.
Angel of Death
This was a good day of steady progress, with work fit into the spaces of the day. I did slip from making proofreading changes to making some editorial changes, and, frustratingly, I found toward the end of the day why I had been done things the other way the first time. It isn’t a terribly big deal, but it bothers me, so I may go back and change most of that back.
Hopefully I’ll be done with this tomorrow.