I may get an editing job today. I am ready to work on one.
I chatted briefly with Jules. Somehow it generally ends up being shop talk.
A few hours later: I got an editing job, which I will work on in the evening and tomorrow. I also gave writing advice to an AO3 writer who was just learning to write m/m sex scenes. He or she (probably she) had solicited critique. I said I hoped she took what I said as constructive criticism, as that was how it was meant.
Mom and I went to the library to drop books off and then to a grocery store. At least I got out of the house.
A.J. called, and I talked with her a bit. She has a busy schedule at camp next week. I wrote to Callie. I arranged what time A. and I would talk.
Later: I worked on the editing job. I chatted a little with Riah. I read Avengers fic. Dillian updated "No Fagots," which is a fantastic historical, "no powers" AU in which many MCU characters are gay men living in West Hollywood at the beginning of the AIDS crisis. There are major character deaths. I was nearly an emotional wreck at one of the biggest ones -- or biggest ones so far, anyway. It's very like And the Band Played On. Well, the fictional version.
Later still: I talked with A. for about an hour. He was talking about taking a few days break from reading about politics on the Internet. I agreed that might be healthy.