Slow drip

And then not so slow; we are plunged back into the rainy dark days of winter, even unto the forty-ish temperatures. Ah, well, maybe the seeds will sprout, if they don't mold first. We managed a short soggy walk after lunch, and after a good climbing gym session for me.
Making a bit of progress with Chekov; he's touted as the one who invented the short story form.
It seems to me there were others writing short fiction before he did, but maybe it wasn't really fiction, such as Twain's sketches.