In there, I wrote and submitted two more stories because why not. Write story. Throw spaghetti at wall. Rise. Repeat.
I'm trying to whip up a time travel story, but so far I only have ideas, and I don't do idea stories very well. In short, dump all our carbon emissions into the past, or use the excess energy from time travelers to power our own civilization. As neither story has a character of a plot, I have not written it. Jenny might bite at this and do a story, but she's having the same problem.
We took Sunday off from church and did laundry.