400 words of new short story isn't much, but it ain't nothing either. Also: raked another large section of lawn, dug up and removed one perniciously ugly shrub, dug up and transplanted another not-in-a-good-place-for-either-it-or-me shrub to a more mutually satisfactory location, moved several large rocks and a tree stump that was so rotten I've got paperbacks that weigh more, and planted some seeds. It was the combination of being overheated, blistered, and the shooting pain in my shoulder (that'd be from the last rock) that made me stop, but I might just go back out once I've cooled down a bit. Yay for yardwork! I missed playing in my gardens last year, and the lack of attention definitely shows.
And it's only 3pm, so maybe more words will happen too. A good day, so far.