I went over to a friend’s house today to borrow her silence. Yes, you read that right. She lives alone. And it was so awesome. She worked out in her yard and I sat at her kitchen table and wrote. No kids clamoring for my attention. No television on. And I managed 3k today. That brings TNT up to 13k! It’s amazing what silence can help me accomplish.
My favorite bit today: “Or a treadmill,” Carlos amended. He took the towel from Eliot’s limp hand and wrapped it around the bag of ice. “Ice your nose and your eye and take some pain medicine,” he instructed. “If you start acting like a zombie, become disoriented, communicate only in grunts or groans, or start thirsting for human brains, go to the hospital.”