As I wanted and could, I eased into this Sunday. Didn't do much until an afternoon Space Monkey trip, for lunch-dinner. I was there near closing, eating soup and grilled cheese and a mocha inspired by the flavors of a Girl Scouts Samoa cookie, and got the extra bit of chocolate milkshake the guy working there this afternoon had left over from a late order.
Tonight, I started writing more in something I've been working on for a bit. And I mean a bit: I started writing it in 2018. I hadn't written any more of it since 2019; I felt like revisiting it, seeing what to do with it. Feels good to be working on it again. Also feels odd to be doing so when all of my previous writing on the piece was pre-COVID. I kind of wish I'd finished it, oh, a year-and-a-half ago. But the next best time to finish it is Maybe Soon.