Notre-Dame de Paris is an interesting story, but perhaps the most fascinating bit is how a raging introvert has a job that involves making a lot of noise.
Regardless, today was a day of noise: I had a crew over doing some home repairs*. These guys were great – they did the job they said they would, and more. But – and we should agree, this is a first world problem – when you’ve got people climbing on your roof with drills, or taking a sander to windows, there’s no place you can escape from it.
* You might ask why I don’t do home repairs myself. Simple: I can’t be trusted with tools that use electricity. And I’m not the kind of person to use a handsaw when a bandsaw exists, you know?
Anyway, today’s words were a darn site harder than they were yesterday. It’s hard to write a sonnet next to a construction yard. And yet:
Word goal: 2,500. Word achievement: 3,200. But this time, my head hurts. There’s only one thing for it: I need to embrace my inner writer, find my smoking jacket, and get drunk. See you tomorrow.