I genuinely meant to write something yesterday. The prompt about an ideal place to move just seems kind of perfect given the time line we're living in, but I got home and had dinner and was quite honestly out by 8PM. It's only 8:30 and I'm not fairing much better.
Writing after work is a genuine issue that's kept me from my hobby for awhile now. I might be shit at d&d but I do still enjoy fleshing out characters.
Today is not the day for wise words. Tonight is erasing the many typos I make from my fingers staying primarily on the keyboard while my eyes dip shut. I'm so old.