A few things to mull over this morning, out of nervous habit more than anything else. I succumbed to extreme self-indulgence this time around.
Some people have special notebooks they like to write in, and a special pen to write with.
Somehow, the combination of circumstances brings the appropriate thoughts to mind, and writing is easier. I am not entirely certain that, without it, there are days would have been written, at least not at that time. Unfortunately, wily has or anyway had a number of deficiencies that prompted me to remove it, and since then I haven't found any other editor as congenial to composition. Sam is all right for journal entries, but for more deliberate work, it's dead. I'm just being a compulsive idiot.