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Three pages this morning - and for the second morning in a row I didn't go to the Lit & Phil, indeed I didn't get out of the house.

Which is most unusual, but yesterday I started late and today I started later (not sleeping = bad, when you're trying to keep to a schedule, damn it), and the thing about Lit&Phil-ing is that it is an eater of hours. Also I'm pissed off with them, and don't want to go all the way in only to find they still haven't put the tables back in the Silence Room.

So: worked at home. Finished chapter and am now stuck, for values of "stuck" that are much like ships on sandbanks, that only have to wait for high tide to float off again. I need to do a modicum of thinking about what happens next, and I can't do it in here. If I'd walked in to the Lit & Phil, that would have suited admirably: walking = thinking. But.

But I have made potstickers, which are now steaming. Yesterday I boiled same, but I got all confused: the recipes I'd looked at said "as soon as they float, they're done." But! They floated almost immediately, 'way before the fillings could conceivably have cooked through! Eek!

So I used my decades of experience and left them boiling until, um, about now? No, a couple of minutes longer; about, um, now...

And that worked fine, but still. I hate confusion. So today I'm steaming them, where there is no question of done-when-floating; and I have made twice as many as one man could conceivably eat, so tomorrow I shall fry the residue, and that will have covered the gamut of potsticker-cookery.

Also, I took a couple of photos of them in their steamy basket, but I haven't looked at those yet.