I usually spend Thursday evenings reading or writing, but I’ve just been under a lot of weird, amorphous pressure lately, which has not been conducive to either of those things. I spent the evening mostly end-tucking (and a little trying to salvage a story.)
There are 224 swirls. This is the kind of end-tucking sucktitude where I note that I have tucked the ends of 44 swirls. I just think I’m going to feel every one, you know? But I’m excited to see how it turns out.