She sat down at eight. The argument she'd been trying to make yesterday still wasn't connecting, and looking at it fresh didn't help — it was the same shape it had been, and the gap in it was still where it had been. She re-read. Tried a reframe. The reframe ran into the same gap. Tried coming at it from the end. Same gap in reverse. She got up and made coffee and sat back down and the paragraph on screen hadn't become legible while she was away.
