Snap, crackle, POP

The official humidity in Tucson right now is 6%. That's at the airport; the campus number is a little higher and it may be higher yet here, another few miles closer to the mountains, but still. No wonder I've been ingesting liquid almost continuously all afternoon and still feel parched!

The Probability of Precipitation for Wednesday is up to to 20%, though.

150 days. 75106 words

And thing_in_150 is over, at least the first round.

Behemoth 47 is at 31,117 words, and I'm at the point where I wonder whatever gave me the idea I could write, let alone write novels. (I couldn't characterize my way out of a wet paper bag, and whatever voice I once had has disappeared into a morass of cliches, that kind of thing.) The story's at an interesting enough place that I'm not really tempted to give up, though.