Dear god, I logged another twelve-hour day today. Evening coffee is a hell of a drug.
On a related note, my computer opened the Word file that houses Adios, Cowboy immediately on powering up this morning. The ghost in the machine is fucking with me.
Skipping ahead to episode five was a good idea. I needed to make some headway with a different set of words. I then looped back to episode three, and it now presents itself in a completed state. Forward motion is good. It might not be at the pace I want, but it is progress in the right direction.