I wrote a thousand words of new story, "Carter Hall and the Motley Lions," on the laptop this morning before we went to the hospital. Also before I remembered that it's Sunday and supposed to be my day off. It was an effective distraction, though, so I'm not worrying too much about it.
I had forgotten how quickly determined Nebraskan sledders sled the hills into mud after a big snow.
I am rereading Brokedown Palace, but that'll be done soon.