took two days off, then did three days’ worth of writing in one. Finding great enthusiasm from pushing myself.
“Judge McCalmont looked torn. Should he stay to supervise the town, or climb the hill to see for himself, he wondered. A stately man with a florid face, gaining a bit of girth around the middle, John McCalmont took an evening constitutional that rarely passed further than two blocks from home. That was the distance until he ran into one of the many hills in town. Just this once, he figured, he would climb that hill. It was his duty. He also suffered from extreme curiosity.”