Yesterday I apparently woke up in a different time zone (somwhere in Australia I think), because I had random, epiphany-like moments where I suddenly cried out, "Wait! Today is Tuesday! Not Wednesday!" The tradition has continued into today, because I've already had to tell myself once that it's not Thursday. On the bright side, waking up a day ahead of the rest of the world has done marvelous things with my hair this morning, so I guess it's an even trade.
Maybe a hundred or so words of that is from various tweaks when I was editing yesterday, but mostly from Monday's session with kristen999. I'm in "The Little Engine That Could" mode right now in regards to this story, probably because I keep thinking up snatches of dialogue, and have to rush to the computer to write them down before I forget. I honestly don't think I can write 40K of pure snark, but there are days that I wonder. (Maybe 20K.)
Because I think I like stressing myself out, I went ahead and signed up for the gateverse_remix. It sounds like such a fun exercise, I couldn't resist. I sort of feel sorry for the person who gets assigned to me, especially if they have no idea who I am and the first link they click on is either "A Fowl Encounter" or "Otters, Otters Everywhere!"
On a final note, I just frightened myself by looking at housing prices and mortgage rates. If you'll excuse me, I need to go breathe into a paper bag now.