the crowd will only like me if they're really fucking drunk.
pleased1808 words on A Reckoning of Men today, most of it worldbuilding and introducing (or re-introducing) characters. However, this brings us to 6888 words total, plus whatever 
truepenny has written on her chunk, which is a pretty cheerful thing. Soon we will have the mystical Tenth Of A Book, if we do not already, and it will seem very much like it's actually a work in progress rather than something we're just diddling around on. (Because of the vagaries of manuscript word count as opposed to work processor count, 85,000 word-processor words in manuscript format comes to 400 pages, which is the contracted length of the book, give or take.)
And now, I am done with work for the day, and get to think about dinner. Which I think will be whole-wheat spaghetti with walnut pesto. And a Bass Ale.
The dogge is chewing his bone very loudly. I suspect this indicates contentment.
That sounds yum.
Which brand of whole wheat pasta do you like? All the ones I've tried so far taste remarkably like they were made of sawdust, which is not nearly as nice as pasta that tastes like it was made of semolina.
You can get half-whole-wheat egg noodles that are as good as plain ones, though.
That's actually good to know--I was afraid it was just me.