Gnrp.

I think I've written some two thousand words today. I finished 137, which was about half done, wrote 138, sent the six to brooksmoses so we could talk about it, and wrote 139, which is a bit more than a thousand. I should add that up . . .

Made my flight reservations to go down and look after Dad. Flaked out badly enough that there weren't any flights home until Monday; will have to remember to post to the boards about the possibility I may not be able to make class.

Made a Prisoner reference on rasfc, which I'm feeling terribly angstful that nobody will get. Which is a silly worry for rasfc. (I forwarded it to Dad anyway, because I'm sure he'd get it.)

Applying soothing ointment to my nose (so it stops unravelling) would be much more effective if I did not anoint the bar of my glasses instead.

Maybe tonight I will sleep. That will be a nice change. (As I told yehoshua on Monday, I don't have insomnia issues, I have an entire subscription.)

(Addendum:

Guericke says, "Sleep well."
Whitney says, "Gods. I hope so."
Whitney says, "My sleave of care is /so/ ravelled."

)

137: 597 words. 1163 total.
138: 377 words.
139: 1079 words.

2053. Not bad.

Paris' arrow landing true, down upon your heel . . . this Troy, she will not fall again . . .