I did at least leave the house for a few minutes yesterday. I walked down the backstairs, out into the drive, and stared up at the sky. I said, "Hello, Sky. I haven't seen you in a while."
A pretty good day on the screenplay yesterday. Not quite as good as Thursday was, but good. Sarah's indignation and Constance's detached watchfulness. I have twenty-five pages, which seems like an awful lot.
And I'm afraid that's all I have for now.