Boring old Saturday

For those keeping score, You're All Just Jealous of my Jetpack did arrive in this morning's mail.  Its arrival was the most exciting thing that happened today.

Which, after the week that just was?  Is not a Bad Thing.

Mostly what I did today was sit on the couch and write, ably assisted by Mozart, who took up his post on the floofy blanket beside me, and never wavered in his duty.  The sacrifices one makes for Art.

Three thousand eighty-eight words were forged upon the day, which I think is pretty exciting, though I'd hoped to crack forty grand, total, today.  Perhaps tomorrow, for which I also foresee the excitement! of!

Cleaning the bathroom.

Hope everyone had a satisfying Saturday, without alarums or excursions.

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Progress on Carousel Seas

39,464/100,000 OR 39.46% complete

"The famous Archer wit. Well, I'll tell you something – I ain't laughing! As for even trying to talk to Jess Robald about anything sensible, I guess I know better'n that. Woman's a fool, always been, an' if there were still state sanitoriums, you'd've never had the chance to use her as a cat's paw! Me, I know where the brains are in this. It's you, just like it always was!"