Filigree on leaf and vine

It's an "ice cream or alcohol" kind of night. Not both, since that'd make it harder to enjoy either option on its own merits. But I think I'll go in for the alcohol. Summer classes started today, a regular semester's worth of work compressed to half the time, and I checked out the syllabuses and projected assignments and thought, it'll be a long time to writing.

If I push my schedule around some, and stay on task and focused, maybe I can get a couple of nights in a week. I'll have to work at it. That said, the unhappiness at thinking of such a blow to my writing time is a fairly strong signal that I should keep at it, as much as I can manage.