One good thing about getting up at 4am to drive DNe to work is the light traffic. I enjoy that time of day when it feels like post zombie apocalypse -without the fight for survival. Few people are awake.
When I got home, I spent some time brainstorming a scene with my paranoid character. I wrote for a couple of hours and made plans with a good friend to do the same again tomorrow.
I also confirmed plans for Friday night that involve pizza, beer and hockey. Let's hope number 81 is in the groove again that night.
Life rarely works out as planned. My living arrangements are a case in point. But if you make the most of whatever comes your way, disappointment can be minimized. That's my theory. What's yours?