Day 29. 117 pages, 52,854 words.
Toop woke up at 05:30am. Why is sitting on the couch with a squirming baby more exhausting than getting up at 03:30am and writing for four hours? I’m fucking shattered.
Great evening watching the kids, catching tadpoles, barbecuing, and watching TV last night with Mr. BRKN while the ladies got all caught up with the Civil War situation.
Birthday party this afternoon.