This is one of those good news/bad news situations. The good news is, another chapter has been written. The bad news is, only one additional chapter has been written.
My birthday was quite pleasant, but one of the gifts I received was a new book by a favorite author. Predictably, I chose to read it obsessively until it was all gone. Then, allergies set in, leaving me barely competent to get up, get dressed, and fake it at work. Regrettably, hardly any writing occurred that week.
Fortunately, I am once again able to breathe, and writing has resumed at a steady, albeit somewhat slow, pace. The chapter I've just completed writing is number eleven, and my outline tells me there are fourteen chapters, plus the prologue and epilogue. So, just a little further to go.