It started after midnight, when--after staying up too long because I just couldn't settle--I went to bed...only to be waked by a bad leg cramp around dawn. As I lay there trying not to make noise and work the cramp out (It wasn't the kind where you stand on a cold floor--it was up near the knee and I couldn't get the leg straight at first), I was hit with a glorious burst of plot, dialogue, etc. for the current group of books--but at the end, not where I'm working now. At least a book away from where I am now. It poured into my head so fast I wouldn't have been able to keep up if I'd been fully awake, with glasses on, and at the computer. Nice to know the book knows where it's going.I made notes after I got the leg unkinked and made it to the computer. (Not even a pad of paper by the bed...sigh.)
Today's home chores had been "process the stock" (begun yesterday) and "make bread." Stock is now reducing, having had the bones, meat, and worn-out vegetables removed. Bread...maybe tomorrow. It got darkly cloudy and a weather-induced migraine moved in.