Sobriquet 55.11

Today started off as another one of those mornings when, upon waking up only to see a weak light diffused through thick Southern Tier cloud cover, I really had no desire to do any work at all. I was groggy, too, and, after a less-than-halfhearted attempt to rev myself up for another afternoon of writing, ended up watching some Conan O'Brien sketches and napping for the better part of the day. When I finally woke up, I was considerably more alert and, with anxiety rising as I contemplated writing, I decided to run some errands. Oddly, though, just when it seemed as if I had burnt through an entire day, I sat down, opened the word processing file containing the chapter, and ended up writing more than I have in any single day in recent memory, effectively finishing the subsection of the Disgrace chapter I've been working on.

For tomorrow: Begin preparing for the next, mercifully brief, subsection.