Today was a pretty good day for one that started with my fly being done up almost an hour after I put on my pants.
Work was more involving than usual compared to yesterday where at one stage I was spending time reading my old stories. But the most rewarding part of the day was immediately after.
Mum caught a later train so I walked home from the station. The introspective fifteen minute walk reminded me of how I used to always come up with those great story ideas on my walks home.
Not that I thought of any new stories, I just spent fifteen minutes thinking about how I used to think about stories.