Seven more notecards have died. Wordcount for the day so far is 647. More after pot luck lunch with Chris' teacher friends.
The "to write" pile of notecards is now only one notecard thicker than the "X'd out" pile.
Random quote of the moment: "If you're going to play the fiddle, get mad at it, or don't bother playing at all." -- a fiddle player on NPR this morning, whose name I did not catch.