I helped the neighbors move from the house on one side of us to the house on the other side. It got me out of the house and gave me some exercise and even paid me a little bit, so I suppose it's good for that reason, but . . .

I was tired yesterday, and today I feel like I'm writing through ten cubic feet of fog crammed into the one cubic foot of my skull. Now, I normally have a fog problem when writing these days, so I'm not sure the two are related. Still, the fog is more pronounced today, so I'm blaming my overworked little muscles.

It gives me something to do.

More later if the muse strikes me (OW!).