I nearly did 0 work on my wip today. I came in, later than planned due to idiocy on my behalf (which involved a lloonnnngggg errand, although I did get a pile of books in the post to make it all worth while). I could have just started my reading of the evening a bit earlier. But I looked at Muse, she glared at me, and I happily opened up the document and edited.
The big paragraph of red is totally my fault. I copped out in the draft, and explained in one para what will now be a whole new scene (perhaps a whole new chapter).
Long live the alpha/beta readers! And my Muse. Daren't forget her.