I just found out that I should have been at a party right now.
Should have, if AOL and other nameless electronic entities had bothered to deliver my invitation. I found out because the host just called and greeted me with "I assume you're being sensible and dry?" Well, I suppose so--but I do own a coat and an umbrella, and would have ventured out in the rain for this. Buff hobbits don't melt.
On the positive side, I have written 3000 words today, and even have some idea of what the fish want. (Unless I tear this whole conversation up and try again, or decide they were lying, or the character imagined it in a fever dream.) But I'm far less excited about that than I was half an hour ago--I don't get out enough as is, without losing party invitations.