I finished a guest post and sent it to the blogger.
I received the manuscript of a book I outsourced. I spent a couple of hours reading it and fixing formatting and minor issues.
I wrote 180 words for #14 book.
On a way back home (train station & train) I wrote 770 words for #14 book.
I went for my church community meeting.
I called my friend. She had a cancer. Again. I wanted to check out on her, who knows how much time we will have?
Her cancer disappeared. Again. She had a pancretic cancer 7 years ago.
Her doctors are confused and kind of annoyed that she isn’t dying, like she should.
I’m happy. Suddenly the extremely poor book launch doesn’t affect me a bit.
I slept 4 hours. I napped 45 minutes on a train to work, 20 minutes behind the desk and 10 minutes at home.