It looks like it’s going to snow. The sky is pretty yucky.
And I have no idea what to have the protagonist do now. Shouldn’t something happen in a novel? I have to start writing down the stuff I think of as I’m falling asleep. I’m sure that’s how Stephen King does it. Now I still have almost all 1666 words left for today, because I was busy trying to get something done during lunch. *sigh*