“Oh, you want to write every day,” says the universe, “that is SO CUTE!” <pause> “Nobody cares.” <sound of oncoming train to represent Life Happens>

Me, I look forward to retirement when I can write every day.

Or most days.

Maybe many days? Except when, say, my wife wants to do something. Or it’s gorgeous in our backyard. Or I’m doing that thing with the stuff at the place. Or I forget.

Whatever.

You’re doing fine, Erika!