Fog.
The season is changing. We are forecast to go to 32 at night in coming days.

The book is nearing completion. I have scenes mapped. I can see the finish line.

My publisher has had an adventure, meanwhile: her husband broke his leg very badly while on tour in Ireland, and she had to go over to help him—but he can’t fly back because of the air pressure issue, so they’re taking the Queen Mary home, but couldn’t get passage for four weeks. Their sailing date is upcoming—so I hope the book will be if not waiting for them, at least the major part of it will.