Three hundred words so far this morning, and in the process of figuring out what they should be about, I identified two scenes I need to add on the next draft. Which is useful work, even if it sometimes doesn't seem like it.

Unfortunately, I seem to have hit a patch of sleepiness, but I'm hoping the therapeutic application of a Barq's root beer I happened to have loitering in the fridge will fix that. (I don't usually have soda in the house unless I know I will be having house guests who drink it: the usual beverages around here are water, milk, coffee, tea, ale, and cider--when cider is in season. Also, I usually have stuff that can be run through the juicer. (currently, ten pounds of oranges, for example.) Yay, juicer. Anyway, caffeinated corn syrup beverage, do your devil's work on my shivering frame!)

I have to admit, my job has its drawbacks, like never eally being off-duty. On the other hand, it's really nice that "on duty" includes one's own living room.