Ugh, once again I am a giant failure this week. I’m not even linking to last week’s post, out of shame. I always have a problem with motivation when it gets hot out, like some sort of reverse seasonal affective disorder–or…seasonal affective disorder, just for a different season, I guess?–but I can’t use that as an excuse. (I have been working out regularly, though, which is good.)
This week: I will go shopping, clean the apartment, do laundry, catch up with friends about plans we’ve made, book the hotel and plane tickets for my trip to Nashville in September, and write at least 2,000 words.