Slippage

[eimarra]

Finished up the laundry. Wrote a little. Helped friends move. Craziest part was being in a house alone with eight kids of varying ages while others went to get more furniture — hide and seek, doors locked that shouldn’t have been, yelling, crying, sullenness … but no bloodshed, so it’s all good.

Words written today: 259
Words written this month: 3,638
Words written 2017: 60,265
Average words/day 2017: 957
Books completed 2017: 1
Pages read: 0
Books read 2017: 4
Exercise reps: 0

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