"I got nothing done today."
Holiday weekends make for busy weekends. Normally, there would be plenty enough daylight left to get some writing in, but I've got company coming in about 90 minutes. Someone tattoo a big "L" on my forehead.
There's always tomorrow. Up at 6am, to the shop by 7am, write until 11am, to Easter dinner at 11:30am, ham and Easter trimmings until 3:30pm, back to the coffee shop by 4pm, and then they close at 7pm.
It sure sounds workable "on paper," but I'm sure something will muck up the plan.