In the meantime, it's been a pretty slow day. Most of it's been spent sitting here, listening to metal, processing the occasional billing file, and trying not to doze off. I did do lunch with a friend of mine who's temping over at Ameriprise, which mostly consisted of me trying to cheer her up since she was busily borrowing trouble over something that had gone wrong there. It wasn't clear to me that it was a fatal error or even her fault, but I guess we'll see how it turns out. In the meantime, we had the Great Steak & Potato Company's Great Steak sandwich. In retrospect, the 12" might have been overkill from the perspective of my diet, but at least I eschewed the french fries, which are so so tasty but so so bad for the diet, even before we bring the ketchup into it.
On a totally unrelated topic, the average daily output for NaNoWriMo is 1667 words. I'm trying to crank out some verbiage for Blood Red Skies on that schedule, and am about halfway through today's daily requirement. I suspect a lot of what I crank out over the next thrity days won't be suitable for the book without a lot of filing and banging on the side, but we'll see.