Three-minute summary...

Found an old egg-timer, decided to put it to use and arbitrarily limit my post-writing time to three minutes.

Yesterday's enforced laziness had a continued inertial effect today, to the point where I really didn't feel much like pursuing any work, but I did anyway, even if I didn't fully apply myself.

The day's haul is somewhere on the order of 1800 new words that, along with 3600 words I did mostly over the weekend, went out the pipe. What wa really scary was finding a bunch of errors I made due to carelessness during my weekend berserker rampage; on the other hand, the errors were caught and fixed before the package was sent.

I also despeckled and sent the second half of The Literary Translation™, which resulted in a call from the client about 20 minutes later as Galina and I were walking into a pizza parlor in Glen Cove. My gut reaction on seeing the caller's name was one of concern, since I figured only some kind of problem would elicit a telephone call in response to an email delivery. Instead, the client just wanted to personally thank me for the job. (Whew!)

One package left before the decks are clear, and I plan to do it tomorrow.

Three minutes are up.

Cheers...