Cloudy all morning and early afternoon, but finally the sun came out. Our high was 49˚F. Not a good day. I did not sleep well or enough. I was up at 7:30 again, writing by 8 – again. But after the success of the past three days, today was a struggle. I only managed 1,002 words, and I wasn't happy with them. I've set Lovecraft aside until after I read Cormac McCarthy's Stella Maris , which won't take long. It's a short book. Really, a lousy day. Later Tater Beans, Aunt Beast 3:47 p.m.