Woke up, put on clothes, didn't go to work.

I've been home writing this week. Right now, all I can safely say is that some of the book works, some of it probably doesn't, and some I just don't know about because I'm not an impartial reader. This morning, I cut a bunch of stuff out of the novel, and then this afternoon I needed to put some of it back in. When that happens, I'm overediting.

At least I finally got to call a plumber for the sink that's been stopped up for a month.