the best-laid plans…

I’d intended to write another 1300 or so words after getting home from my evening walk, but I was all pissy and adrenalized, so I ended up not doing it. I did, though, hit quota, which is good.

Um. Apparently the entire point of this posting is for the wordcount, since I can’t think of anything else to say.

miles to Isengard: 297.5
ytd wordcount: 325,100