If miles were degrees, today I have driven just a few degrees short of a circle. Oh, my. I hate driving. hateit-hateit-hateit-hateit-hateit-hateit-hateit-hateit-hateit. The kids played great soccer on a field of mud. So, I have not done any writing today. Thought about it a lot during the drive, though.

Sidenote: There's a strange and sad phenomenon when you're a single parent and it has to do with how couples treat you. As in, you're there, but they often appear to wish you weren't. Oh, well.

I'm going to watch Dawn of the Dead tonight, then read. Tomorrow, I write.