[For those following closely enough to know what's missing today.]
So I tried. I did.
There is a family emergency, and I'm headed out of town in a couple of hours, and I tried really hard to finish the mailbox article I was working on because last week was such a flop and I've been promising to make this one happen for weeks now.
And if I could somehow lock myself in a sound-proof vault until the very moment we leave, I could still probably get it up before the car pulls out of the driveway.
But that's not really a thing, is it?
And that's before you toss the two year old into the mix.
So I'm going to get that mailbox up on Monday and kick the week off right. If this weekend turns out to be a situation where I have a lot of time on my laptop, I may get something up to make up for today's fumble at the one yard line.
I've been reminding myself a lot lately that it's not any one day's writing that matters. It's how that progress is inexorable and constant.