Words Scrubbed: 71,388
New things: Gus smells of smoke, Maksim knows an Ethiopian restaurant, Rafe can cook salmon steaks; ooh, and there's a great new thing for Lissa that I don't want to talk about
Old things I still like: Greenland mummies, a plum, climbing
Old things I miss, aka murdered darlings: sunlight on the aerodrome, Nick leaning his head on Maksim's shoulder
Fetishes: good God, none at all, unless you count the hoodie I've now been wearing for three days
Soundtrack: Celtic folk, for some reason
Sustenance: coffee, popcorn, olive bread with mayo and tomatoes
Reason for stopping: that's a draft! It is still on the short side, which I am disappointed about, but I think it is all pretty much unfucked.
Next steps: another grand read-through, and a double-check of the calendar to make sure I haven't introduced new fuckery with all the reordering of scenes. More tinkering will ensue. Thanks to my industry, though, I now have two extra days in my schedule with which to tinker.