A Flail By Any Other Name

One week tomorrow and I'll be back at work. Normally I'd be flailing about complaining I didn't do anything, but this summer–at last!–that's not true. I may not have done everything I'd hoped, but (as usual) my hopes were unrealistic. I still did pretty damn well.

Fifty thousand words written in two months. Two hundred fifty thousand (or more, really) words edited. Lots of loafing and even a little housekeeping done.

Of course, the lack of complainy-flailing could be because there's no time...