Those on the zero-word bench: Chocolate is incoming. Whatever kind you like. Hang in there.
Saoirse - so sorry to hear about your jaw! Glad you have some painkillers, but I hope you don't need them long.
I kerchunked out 1193 words and finished the chapter/section. Now I have some denoument to add, including some Ongoing Conspiracy stuff that I'll be able to exploit in the next book.
And then it'll be a first draft, or as I like to describe it, a huge amorphous mass of contradictions, adverbs, and ill-timed exposition.