I am reminded of the words of Hassan I Sabbah (which I first encountered via William S. Burroughs): "Nothing is true. Everything is permitted."
So, my productivity hit the toilet over last weekend, since it was our ninth annual "reflection on being handfasted" weekend. Saw a play Friday (already mentioend), visited the lovely Boston Public Library on Saturday, and found other ways to share time the rest of the weekend. Thus, my word count has fallen behind slightly. As of last night, I have:
19,098 / 50,000