Drip drip drip

Sunny, less windy, temperatures above freezing. That dripping sound is the roof ice melting -- so far, all the moisture seems to be remaining politely outside.

Words added to POWERS this morning. I slog ahead, applying ass to chair, in spite of the cosmic odds against this work ever seeing print. The almighty Sales Figures (all genuflect and cross themselves) have spoken, and They do not lie.

Writing is, was, and always will be addictive. At least it's cheap.