The morning walk to the bus stop was...wow. Even more incredible than yesterday--flocks of seagulls (one small one I counted as 19, most far larger) all streaming along northward, most quiet, a few crying out. Under the drab grey sky and the cool air, it was easy to believe I was near some gorgeous corner of the North Shore. Quite strange for the Twin Cities, though if the oncoming storm manifests, then it will be more explicable. (seagulls were my best blizzard indicators in my college years ;)
Despite a steadily swelling stomach-ache and plenty of distractions, had a great writing session tonight. Book 4, chapter 19, is DONE!