There’s hardly any construction noise and it’s a nice temperature outside. I’ve been writing, not much today, 1000 words of fanfic yesterday. I can’t see how I can spear it onto the plate in less than 2500 words, which is pissing me; I’m almost more interested in doing housework.
I have a rescue plan for my fictional Vancouver, which is a relief. It’s a combination lie, truth, media obfuscation and bargaining chip, requiring everyone to play nice or lose something bony.