The scene came together nicely, and I finished up at around 6 p.m., in time to hang out with family, enjoy a quiet, stress-free evening, and so on.
I ate ice cream at bedtime, however, and this is something that I have discovered I can no longer do. So I’m up now, at this ridiculous hour, chased from my bed by unignorable indigestion — and what the hell. While I’m up, I might as well get pages done. So today starts early. Maybe it will finish early, too.