Some clouds today. The high made it to 73˚F, and it is currently 71˚F. I wrote 1,464 words on The Night Watchers . And I did that despite having slept, at best, four hours last night, thanks to my rotten feet. Neuropathy, whee. The afternoon's comfort film was Ridley Scott's Prometheus (2012), which I love no matter what some may say. It remains a stunning film. And, really, that was the day. I was a zombie for most of it. I am astounded that I got the writing done. Later Tater Beans, Aunt Beast 12:40 p.m. (Lydia and our very gay narwhal.)