I got to 75 pages today (actually, to the middle of 76, and if you count imported but unplaced material, 78), which had been my goal by the end of May. My goal by the middle of June is to reach a hundred pages, and here I agree with my friend Dillon that having a hundred pages will be psychologically significant.
Got up at the crack this morning to take Perogi to the vet; she's fine, thank you, and finally, if a bit underweight. I was tired enough that I took a nap for about an hour and a half, which I worried would kill my productivity, but I recovered.
I can get my three pages done, but for that last .75, I need a salty snack, and I've discovered that the perfect one is Stacy's Pita Chips, the kind with just sea salt. They raise my blood pressure *just enough* to finish up. I even wrote four whole pages today as a result of their great salt and crunchiness.
Outside, the trees have leaves and I'm not chilly in a t-shirt. How can I make this last?
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