Wednesday night.

Between one thing and another, from browser hiccups and subway delays, it took me until about ten to get the usual thousand words. Few of them are good; half of them were from another scene in an older draft. And they're still there. I wouldn't know how to make them better if I didn't have them to begin with. I can take some satisfaction in that.

Also satisfying was going into Brooklyn today, even with subway frustrations and having to deal with a computer with limited search engine safety measures in place. The trees were astonishingly green, the lilacs still in fragrant bloom. Even just a few moments was a balm after a few tiring days.