Not.
But visiting BJ was. We had a good talk over lunch, then I went to get some stuff done. The realty company took forever, the bank only slightly long, the grocery store alone was a breeze.
Then I came home and wrote. Yay!!! Only three paragraphs on a fanfic, but it was writing. And it makes me happy. Writing is like sleeping in a way. Both are hard to do in a strange place. And unlike sleeping, the more I don’t write, the more I don’t get myself together to write. So I’ll count progress in not letting my writing habit slide, and I won’t worry about what I’m writing till things are a bit more settled.