Intending to spend quite a few hours at Green, I popped out first for some discreet last minute Christmas shopping. Walking back to the Genre car with three sacks of gifts and miscellanea, I tripped on a curb and fell forward right on top of the three bags. I banged my knees pretty good, slammed my hands into the sidewalk, and crushed a number of the gifts. (Miraculously nothing frangible franged.) I also wrenched my back slightly. My bags tore open, and I had to make two more blocks with a bunch of loose and highly disarranged stuff in hand.
I still have a headache now, three hours+ after taking my spill, and my hands and fingers still ache. I was so unsettled when I got home that I wrapped presents instead of trying to write. I really felt very unmotivated about the book, but I sat down and put out 2,600 words anyway, to 46,000 words. Met my daily requirement, but since I'd hoped to write two to three times that much, I find myself disappointed.