Not terribly proud of myself, but I did get some writing done today. Just 4k.
The morning sun hit me in the eyes like a jackhammer, almost literally because I woke up with a start and a pounding headache that made me groan out loud, and I nearly fell out of the large tree where I had decided to sleep–I had no fondness for park benches.
“Like bees,” said Holmes. “Never mind,” he added when I looked at him.
Got a lot of words to make up before the week is out.