Wasted Day Redux

Wife is actually moving today, has spent some countable minutes vertical. With this iteration of the flu, such milestones are notable. Meanwhile, I renew my acquaintance with the laundry machines and other housekeeping minions.

Got maybe 600 words in this morning, The Shrew returning to her temporary home to find . . . problems. You'll have to read the finished work to find out what.

We need more snow -- back to showing bare ground and ice instead of ski trails.