4000 words today, with the following plot quirks:  survivalist with dreams of using ricin; lions, tigers, and bears; a ghost town; a tornado; and the most boring stretch of highway in the US (I-80 in Nebraska). Good writing session, although I’m not writing as fast as I used to.

My eyes are so strained, they’re practically bleeding; it’s naptime for me.

Send me love, because I could use a little today. Terribly gloomy out, and I just killed an entire village with a viral plague.