Packers play the Vikings for the division title. The anthem is about to be sung, dinner has been gobbled up, and I’m all snug in my jersey – for this game, I’m wearing number 52, Clay Matthews. It feels like there’s more mojo there tonight. That and I’m freezing and my Matthews jersey is really big and the only jersey I have that will fit over my t-shirt and hoodie. Though, as I type this, I’m suddenly horribly hot. I guess I need to delayer. Anyway. As I ramble, they’re chatting with Matthews. Good God man, shave.
I’ve been writing all day in wet feet. Which begs the question, why do we say in the nude? If you’re naked, you’re not in anything. That’s the whole point of the word.
I’m currently sitting in my car outside of Mcds about to start on my second 5 hr writing session of the day and I foolishly put on the seat heater. That makes it especially difficult to shut off the engine and brace the rain as I dash for Mcd’s front door.
I guess it’s just as well that I didn’t change my socks. My feet are about to get wet. Again.
Word Count- not much change in totals. Still working on the ending’s rewrite. The end is in sight. Of the book. Not the rain.