Zuh?

I'm in a Benadryl hangover haze this morning. Good times.

I didn't write a single word over the weekend. Matt decided to cash in a sick day on Saturday, and as I'd planned to do all of my writing that morning while he was at work... yeah. Not so much.

So instead he went with me to check out that house. The owner told me that they were having an open house on Saturday and that I should send him by to check it out. When we got there it was locked up, nobody was there, and owner/co-worker didn't answer her cell phone or return my messages. Matt was unimpressed enough by both that fact and by the house's outsides to make it a pretty firm no, so I guess it's back to obsessively refreshing Craigslist and spending Christmas cooped up in our attic. Sigh.

I've got a ton of paperwork and filing backed up here at work, and I think it's time I had a stern word with myself about my actual job coming first ahead of my NaNo word count. Still, I ought to be able to carve out a couple hours a day to write, so the novel will still creep steadily forward. It just won't advance in leaps and bounds. As long as it continues to advance at all, I'm a happy writer.