Today

Better, I guess. I haven't spent the evening halfway down the road to dead; and the cricket was fantabulous; and, oh yeah. I wrote 2375 words, which is more the sort of thing I had in mind.

 

36701 / 80000 words. 45.9% done!

Will he make halfway by Sunday evening? With that difficult weekend to negotiate, plus hopefully a lot more cricket? It's possible, but my money says he'll fall just annoyingly short. And then be annoying about it, all next week.

Now I go soak and steam myself, one more step down the tentative road to Breathville.