I just heard a remix of Orb's "Little Fluffy Clouds" with an English guy responding to "What were the skies like when you were little?" with "The skies were grey and monotonous and dull... It used to rain a lot. Like it is now." As the question gets asked again, he gets annoyed and repeats himself.
I was just reminded that today's the last day of Daylight Saving Time, meaning tomorrow is my least favorite holiday. I made sure to save up lots of daylight today; while my car's oil was changed and tires rotated, I basked in the sun in a black T-shirt and wrote. Words have been somewhat stilted, the flow isn't there. Hopefully I can build that soon, or 50,000 could be painful.
1790 words today: Ding - Establishing the New (Cauldron), Cui - Bringing Together. I did spend a bunch of time trying to convince my cat to eat antibiotics in pill pockets and/or wet food. I also donned my pirate hat and plundered Vitamin Cottage of its oat milk and cat food. But 1790 words on a day off is pretty pathetic. I want to keep writing for another hour, but I think it would be more frustrating than cathartic. At least I made a tasty potato/egg/onion/paprika/cinnamon omelette for dinner. I hope I'm able to fend off the cold lurking in my throat.