Russ came home tonight,which was nice. I hadnt' expected him until tomorrow evening, at the earliest. Good thing, too. We had a nasty wind storm that blew out a porch window and sent glass everywhere. Not my idea of fun.
I've been working on The Hunter and the Hunted tonight. Not much work -- barely 500 words at this point -- but I feel better about it again. I can see a couple twists here, that I'm going to explore in notes. In the tub. Resting.