I “lost” the morning’s time–quotes there to mean that I didn’t lose the time so much as chose to spend it helping to take my father’s car into the shop for both repair and check up. The afternoon was a little better, but I admit that (1) I was tired, and (2) I got distracted doing some work on my fake baseball team.
Consider that a side-problem with writing a story that’s related to your primary hobby, eh?
On the hole it was a good, workmanlike day.
Still looking for that big, breakout, though.
Check out Lisa’s progress here.