Moving Forward

I didn't get my expected 20 pages yesterday.  The 9 pages of dialog only came out to about 17, which was kind of shorter than usual, but I did get 7 new pages of dialog down for the next chapter so it sort of evened out.  I'm expecting 14 pages of text from it, and I seem to be making progress.  If I'm lucky, I'll hit 200 by the end of the week, which will put me back where I want to be.  (UUURRGGGGG. . . .)

I've got this annoying song worm in my head that just won't go away.  Bing Crosby and Doris Day singing "Baby it's Cold Outside."  I love duets that weave in and out and come together.  It doesn't help that it's, ah, cold outside.

OMGosh, I just saw a jogger go past my window wearing nothing but shoes, shorts, hat, a flimsy long-sleeved shirt, and a VERY pained expression.

Dude . . .