It was a later night than usual last night and, no, it wasn't because of the Royal Wedding. I didn't stay up to watch that. To be perfectly honest, I'm not really bothered about the whole affair. It's not that I don't like the Royal Family, it's really that I don't bother thinking about them a whole lot. I'm apathetic.
In any case, the reason I'm so darn tired today is that I went to bed later than usual. Had friends over for tea and a chat, and it was pretty late by the time I crawled into bed. Then, the cats decided to yowl beginning at 5:30 or so this morning. It's their way of getting attention for no reason whatsoever. They had food, they had water, they just wanted to tick me off, I'm sure!
I tend not to write very efficiently when tired, so I doubt I'll make my daily 3 000. I probably won't need to in any case, as I think the rest of the book has been pretty much written. I'll need to fill in some places, and rewrite in others, but I think I'm pretty much done.
Unfortunately, I won't be finished this week. I'll be able to close Overlord and leave it alone for a few months early next week, I think.
Oivey, but this rewriting is a long business! Oh well, there's nothing for it. Must plod on.
I'd better get started, actually. Here's today's Forgotten English:
A distemper peculiar to sailors in hot climates wherein they imagine the sea to be green fields, and the throw themselves into it if not restrained.
- Samuel Johnsons' Dictionary of the English Language, 1755
A species of furious delirium to which sailors are subject in the torrid zone; a kind of phrenitis, the attack of which comes on suddenly after a broiling day.
- Robley Dunglison's Dictionarly of Medical Science, 1844
From French calenture, heat; from Latin caleo, to be hot.
- John Ridpath's Home Reference Library, 1898.