What's That Sound?

Oh. It's just the sound of a deadline whooshing by. Today was my self-inflicted deadline for having my story finished. I knew already that that wasn't going to happen, but I intended to make considerable headway this afternoon. But it's Eric's day off, so instead of locking myself away from him in the office, I went skiing with him in Hobson Forest just before sunset. Then we had coffee at Dunn Bros. Now, I'm going to make stir fry. And we've been invited to go play some kind of newfangled electronic poker at a friend's house.

So real life turned out to be more important than fiction today. Is that a bad thing?