I did manage to do some work, although probably not as much as I should have, and also got a flu shot so I’m immunologically qualified to go to Thanksgiving and see Finley. I scheduled a fourth covid shot as well, which I probably should have done before Big Bad Con, but some weirdo in a long scarf hijacked my time machine so now I can’t do that then. Anyway, time to begin stressing about how I am a failure at life due to having no children or child-related activities to talk to real grownups about!

Written: 410 NaNoWriMo words. So trending in the right direction, but still very feeble.