Reason for stopping: end of scene
Forward we meander, somewhat quietly and without overmuch stress. The holiday rejection embargo continues, but I did mail my contracts for the novels today. I guess I'm committed now.
But I have Paul Simon and a Corona, and there was Dungeness crab for lunch, which makes it hard to panic. Lasagne's in the oven. Kick up your feet and open a drink. Almost made it through another one, and this one more adventuresome than most.