The million voices you Force-heard this morning was only me screaming a million times in my head over how cold it was at the bus stop. Dear god. 15 degrees wind chill! I stagger into my foyer at work and, since I’m surrounded by windows, it’s 55 degrees in here and won’t get above 65 all day. I’m dressed in layers but this is an insidious Southern cold and it’s making me cranky. Wow, even my coworker from the Ukraine is hissing over it.
On the writing front I managed 100 words last night. Whoa, slow down there, Zippy. You’ll hurt yourself. I managed some good editing and a couple of words of foreshadowing, though. Go me.