Wrote a thousand words. Might write more tonight, as I'm not doing anything else except packing. I also did a little more formatting and outline fiddling and got four more pages out of the manuscript (It turns out I had planned for several chapters at the end that I'm not going to need, you see) so there's no actual visible progress.
Chapter sixteen is done in rough except for one scene that exists only as a summary because I'm not yet sure if I need it and how it goes, if I do. Chapter seventeen is outlined.
The vacation seems to have worn off, and we're back to pulling teeth again, but the work is getting done, and that's all that matters.
84000 / 100000 words. 84% done!
I think the pacing is off, and I am so very aware of how I am going to have to go back to the front end of the book and take out heaps of boring exposition and replace them with characterization and tension and plot, but I'm sure that will all be easier once I know where the story is going.
In the meantime: It's a draft; it can suck. It's a draft; it can suck.