Knitted. Moved computer downstairs. Did dishes. Made broccoli-and-cheese quesadillas for tomorrow's lunch. Exercised. Discovered voicemail message from last Thursday, from "Tanya, a manager," phone number in my area code so probably nobody I really want to talk to. Packed Mariah for tomorrow's needlework night. Wrote 412 words that will probably be deleted tomorrow. I used to be able to write decently, you know. Maybe not well, but decently. Whatever happened to that? Too tired to continue. Next up: brushing teeth, flossing teeth, crawling into bed.