36,279 and three-quarters

I'd say that I'm officially three-quarters of the way through this first draft.
Go, Julie!!!

:-)

I'm seriously trying to remember what song was running through my head most of this day and haven't a clue. Here's what should be running through my head right about now:

Lyric of the Day

Well, I was born a coal miner's daughter
In a cabin on a hill in Butcher Holler
We were poor, but we had love
That's the one thing that daddy made sure of
He shoveled coal to make a poor man's dollar.

--Loretta Lynn