I overslept this morning, and late as it was, I figured I would have to skip my Sunday writing session. After walking the dog, I plopped back in bed but that only lasted a few minutes. The habit of Sunday writing at Panera is too strong, so I pushed myself off the bed and got ready to leave.
Then I realized my slacks were actually falling off me. I lost 15 pounds last year and really can't wear a lot of my old clothes. This could be another excuse not to go, but I persisted, changed my slacks and hauled my sorry a** out the door.
The result? 2,589 words and a big leap forward to the thrilling (I hope) end. I'm up to about 62K words but I have a lot of serious editing ahead of me.