Furious at writing

Today, I am at Lookout Joe‘s, trying furiously to catch up to my appropriate daily word-count. :coffee: 

Shirl has zoomed right on by me; my only excuse, however lame, is one that calls upon the principles of celestial dynamics: Shirl lives farther to the north than I do, and so her nights are longer. I’m really very good at coming up with excuses when I need to.

Maybe it would help, though, if I quit writing in the blog and got to work.