The writing continues to flow (i.e. meanders in a molasses-like drawl).
I’m happy with it, too (i.e. I’ve fed the BACKSPACE key to a passing crow).
Plan to keep running with it for a while and see wherever it leads (i.e. probably the nearest ditch, but I hear there’s a nice culvert across town looking for fresh crap).
Yep. Things are finally looking up! (Got to keep an eye out for that anvil, after all. Don’t want to miss my climactic SPLAT!)