Yesterday I slushed, and then thought I've been staring at Scrivener until it gets dark, so I'll do something else until dark. So I did a couple crits on the OWW.

I deleted one word in MUNDANE MAGIC. I added in another word. Hmm. I added another word. HMMM.

Then Jeff called, saying they were out of work for his machine and he was coming home.

At some point I managed to squeeze in another ten words, for a grand total of eleven. Super. Now it's morning and I have to go to the eye doctor where I will no doubt be scolded for my broken frames, and made to pick out new ones. This is ungood, because I really stink at choosing. There's so much pressure! They'll be on my face for the next year! (Hopefully two or three, if I can manage not to break them.)

Siiiiigh.

(At least they don't dilate eyes here. I can get to work as soon as I'm over "A...or B...? A...or B...?")