Today was one of those days where lots of satisfying things got done, but I don’t really have anything to report. I mean, I *could* tell you that I tidied my desk, and did a chunk of freelance work, and moved around some pictures on my walls to display them to better effect, and got the collab story in, and did some deep and important thinking on the proposed Callie novel, and watched the baby shrimp, and did my real estate homework, and got things done in the yard, and….
You get the idea.
I like days like this, though, even though they don’t tell well. I like being alone, working at my various tasks–yet still connected with the world, with the internet and the phone, and the people I saw at the gym. I particularly like doing all those things when it felt like it made sense to, and not on somebody else’s schedule (other than the larger deadlines, of course). For example, nothing on that list got done before noon. But neither did my productive day stop at 5–far from it.
Anyway. Satisfied, I am. And sleepy.