I’m not sure what’s going on but I feel like absolute crap today. Hot, exhausted, and in no shape to cook or do anything much. In fact, I feel a lot like Charles Darwin did in the quote at right. Pollen is a strong suspect—the mountain cedar count for DFW is hellish at the moment and my car looks like it hasn’t been driven for months, the dust is so thick on it.

Ramón suggested that I go take a nap but I wasn’t able to get any reasonable sleep. So I got back up and somehow hammered out a thousand words on Claw. Because even though I feel like a sad little potato right now, I have work to do and I can accomplish it if I nail my ass to the chair and remind myself that everything can be fixed in the edit.

Hopefully we’ll get some rain soon and wash some of this crap out of the air. In the meantime, I’ve got work to do.