I give up; this afternoon has been a write-off, as I was afraid it would be. There are now 20,052 words in the MS. I’m tired and achy and I need to lie down for half an hour before I go get the boy. I have no idea what to do for dinner; my dinner-from-nothing mojo has been exhausted.

It’s orchestra again tonight, and I have no idea how it got to be Wednesday. The cello hasn’t even come out of its case.