Oh, brother!

My overly good mood yesterday and incoming routine stuff put me behind the eight-ball for today. Still, I've managed to slice 200 words off of yesterday's shortfall, so that I'm only a shade over 1,000 words off my pace.

That's the good news. The not-so-good news is that I'm well and truly tuckered out.

I think there may be a Guinness in the fridge with my name on it.

Cheers...