I came in shy of 2,300 yesterday, which is fine. Hannah realized that she wasn’t put here to please man; she was put here to please God. She was about to come home from the hospital when I shut it down last night.
I shudder to think of the editing this is going to take. I’m purposely not thinking about it right now.
For the record (and because I got fussed at over dinner last night), I didn’t have to pull taxi duty on Sunday. Eric did ALL the driving, even when I was ready to walk out the door to do part of it in spite of the fact that I was still sweating blood over word count. He’s good to me.