Was today saved from the things that have ruined other days? I don't think so, maybe I just took it all less seriously.
I am still having trouble writing words, so today I focused on edits. I sent out the blackbird essay to Superstition Review and the Coney Island piece to Cavalieri Literi. I also read a couple of great short stories and applied for a technical writer job. I am trying to get out from under myself.