Word count, Lord Lord, don't ask me. I got some stuff done on Sampo, "Docile Bodies," and "Five Brothers Underground." I finished the edits to Reprogramming, at least for the time being, and shipped it off to the august personage in question, in a boot box but not with a self-addressed stamped sandal box for return.
Thursday and Friday were entirely lost to this stupid virus, and today's only been...well, probably more than I think it has, but it's not going to get to be any more than it is now because I'm going to lie back down, dammit.
I look at the stuff that needs doing this week, and I think I might need a lie-down anyway. So the bright side is that the virus is making me do it, whereas otherwise I would just go on.