Tick Tock?

It's a quarter past eight.

Mayhem has a quack's appointment at twenty past nine. In order to get him there, I have to be dressed and ready to leave at five past. In order to get dressed etc, I should move to do that at about ten to nine.

This leaves me plausibly three quarters of an hour to attempt to write today's Instant.

Probably not going to happen.

But I can certainly try.