Progress Report, in which irony is pretty ironic

I’ve been making my word goals every week, despite all the myriad obstacles real life has devised to throw at me.  So what finally ends up as the one I can’t surmount?  

A con.  OSFest, to be precise.

Still, I managed to put in 3200 words.  Magic Meter stands here:

Irony.  It’s good for your blood.

OSFest was a great time, BTW.

Don’t have time to blog about it now, as I’m at the hospital with my niece, who is busy trying to deliver a new baby.  Gotta bail. 

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