Ah, the end of another fun-filled week of 2020. Yippee. But let's leave the rest of the world aside for now. It actually was a pretty good week here.
First off, I was writing! Every day. 6339 words out this past week. Sure, that's not rolling thunder across the keyboard or anything, but it works for me.
I didn't read gangbusters either, but I read an entire book. And not a short one either. It was a 300+ page hardcover of Agatha Christie short stories. I love Christie. Yesterday, I started a newly published cozy mystery. And I DNF'd it last night. I'll share more about that on next week's wrap-up.
Also, I did seven days worth of being active. Five of those days, I walked between a mile and 1.6 miles. One day was cleaning. One day was baking. Yes, baking can be active. You try making a batch of zucchini bread in the morning and then pizza crust in the afternoon. Between the stirring and the kneading, my arms got a workout. So there. Let's not talk weight, though. K? K.
Other than that, life's okay. I've been navigating Dollar General with a mask on and while it sucks, I've kicked the panic attacks out the door. Okay, not entirely kicked, but I did shove them down and spit at them.
Nothing new to report in the deer department. Or the fishing department.
If there's anything I missed, let me know.
How was your week 31?