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ellarienIt's cold out there! I just nipped over to the laundry room to drop off the ridiculous scrap of black lace that somehow insinuated itself into yesterday's load, and even with a jacket over a sweatshirt over a sweater, I'm still half frozen.
Up to about 800 words now. Daft thing's grown a small subplot on me, which I'll have to go back and patch in retrospectively. Got past breakfast, and now I'm pottering around putting off dealing with the next awkward moment. (Sorry I mislaid your husband, ma'am. I turned my back for five seconds and he just wandered off.)
My lower back feels a bit better today, but now the shoulder's complaining.
Up to about 800 words now. Daft thing's grown a small subplot on me, which I'll have to go back and patch in retrospectively. Got past breakfast, and now I'm pottering around putting off dealing with the next awkward moment. (Sorry I mislaid your husband, ma'am. I turned my back for five seconds and he just wandered off.)
My lower back feels a bit better today, but now the shoulder's complaining.