the logic crows

Today I'm trying to haul the net of a novel up from underwater.  It's heavy, wet, slimy, full of treasures and plastic bottles--and though gapingly incomplete, I think it's gonna break my back.

To be more prosaic: I've got lots of little word files that say things like: 'Words 18 October' and 'Words 3 November' and there is no story order whatsoeffingever in the chronology of the writing.  I have to go through all these files and assign them a place in the existing Scrivener structure.  And do a little soft-shoe shuffle. 

The logic crows are going to peck my eyes out.  Owie.