I got some hours in front of a couple of different text editors this weekend.
Two pages about what were maybe the local epicenters of trauma shared between my parents and I. It is not what I expected to come out, but it did. I rushed off the first draft of these spare pages to a good friend. Tears came out too. A couple of guttural cries even.
Yesterday I banged out some useless Swift code to solve notional tutorial problems. But hey, my brain was working on its own and the code compiled as I dusted off some programming fundamentals.
If only I could sink into my weeks building on these things at my own direction.