Nope, nope, nope

Eyes closing, and I am writing badly.

Last night's indigestible dinner caused me a bad night, and I feel it now. I have got raw text where I want it, but I am not inspired, and can't avoid tonight's meeting. Then my brother arrives tomorrow afternoon. I will try to get this into shape first thing. If I can't I'm kind of stymied til next week.

But it doesn't matter how this puts me back, I just have to stop today. Poor Donkey Body says 'nope' and all the Oud for Greatness in the world won't persuade her.