(Hey, you have your security blanket, I have mine.)
Our hotel supposedly has internet this time.
I woke up at 5:30 and am in hyperdrive (what David [the one in California] calls "go mode"). If I had to characterize my physical mood, it would be, "I'm not sick any more! I'm inVINCible!" The former is only true-ish (I'm not as sick any more), and I think you can take bets on the latter. But I can go to bed early tonight or take a nap at the hotel or Grandpa Lyzenga's or something. Once I'm vincible again or the withdrawal from my Leatherman sets in. (It's only six inches from my hands right now, so not yet.)
I can sing again, though. I sung Liz Phair tunes the whole way to and from coffee last night. Liz Phair is good "going to visit the relatives" music.
I am leaving the book here. That is, I'm leaving Sampo here. (The notes to Zodiac House are coming with me.) It's at that stage where I would need to bring the entire manuscript and outline in order to reliably get useful work done on it, and I'll be spending time with relatives anyway, so I'm just letting it sit here and percolate. And if Zodiac House feels like poking my brain some more, let it. It's a children's book, so it should poke fast.
I am a morning shower person. I showered last night. (Which was a pity, as I no longer smelled like coffee or
Okay. Tired free associations can go somewhere else now. We'll be leaving soon. Have a good weekend.