I am a galley slave to pen and ink.
~ Honore de Balzac

Still in the trenches. Crazy day. I want chocolate. It is snowing, and I want chocolate. I want these words to flow, and chocolate will make it better. And if the words do flow and I finish what I am meant to, tonight, then I will get my chocolate. Or maybe sweet potatoes. Or cake. Food would be nice.

Which reminds me that I forgot to eat supper. Darn!