The boys are in bed after beating me in Uno for the seventh night in a row. I’m sore as hell from upping my weights in the gym and can hardly turn around to look at my glutes in the mirror. I can’t stop our dog Ekko from pissing all over our concreted backyard. I haven’t written any satisfying stories for an entire week. I’m tired almost all the time and for the past few days have been feeling unusually frustrated and moody.