Rewrites from, if not the ground, then at least the mudroom, up continue: only way I know how to make it so I don't know what happens until it happens – which is far more essential to me than I realized. At least if this fails, I have the backup of the original version pretty much done: considering this an exploration of choices not taken.

Beyond ready for this estate stuff to be done. Preferred being the executor, as I was with my mother's estate – at least then I didn't have to herd any cats (except Pumpkin, but he was pretty easy to manage) – but the trade-off here is that settling this estate is a lot more involved than writing checks and filling out forms, so I'm glad it's someone else's job. Nonetheless, the flurry of activity punctuated by thumb-twiddling punctuated by flurry of activity, repeat repeat repeat schtick is getting really fucking old, today being one of those flurry days with another few weeks of thumb twiddling ahead.

Finished PRISONERS; postscript coming later today.