With the heat wave settling in on Saturday, I'm reminded that no matter how much I want it to be fall, it's still summer. As hit days are rare, we don't have air conditioning, and tonight finds me downstairs, surrounded by the family, laying in front of the fan.
Bedtimes are not strictly enforced on the weekend, so inbetween turns of fortnite monopoly I wrote a sentence or two. This is not the most productive way to write, but this way I'm spending time in both worlds (2021 California and 1604 England).
After my little man won the game and I tucked him into bed, I stayed up to finish my 500 words, because, let's be honest, it's hot, and I'm going to sleep any time soon.