Church was quite unhappy making. I got rumbly tummy from a deli tray, the speaker didn’t bother rehearsing or speaking clearly, all the songs were single stanzas so it’s like stand up sit down fight fight fight.
Then I come home.
There’s nothing left but the work. It’s a good thing there is so much of it.
I couldn’t bear the cpap last night, I’m breaking out all along where the mask sits. I’ll put it on tonight… I should probably check the water level.
Four hundred words yesterday. It’s better, but it’s still no screaming hell.