Pain

That was my weekend. It's hot out, I worked too hard on Saturday and hurt my back, and I wasn't good for Birdie this weekend. Did the tiniest amount of work on the book yesterday while soaking up some sun in the hammock. Friday I did get some writing done, but it's funny how when Cheryl is gone, ten million fucking people want my time. I always expect it to be quiet when she's not here - why don't I ever remember that's not what happens?