I take Sundays off from writing; this is not a new thing. What is new is my hindbrain's habit of coming up with some interesting innovation on the current project as I'm going to bed Saturday night. Thanks, brain! Thanks a lot!
Also not news: one of the few things I miss about living on the West Coast is that when I woke up early on a weekend morning and had puttered around getting my breakfast and reading my e-mail and so on, I could call my friends at a comfortable hour. 8:00 was a reasonable 11:00 for gaaldine -- lunchtime, perhaps, but not anything that was likely to get her out of bed. If I called one of my California friends at 8:00 on a Sunday morning, I would not survive long after they saw me next, and since the main point is figuring out the last few pieces so I can work out a schedule for when I'm out there, it would be counterproductive. Still and all. People should be waking up aaaany minute now.
This month is filling up. This year is filling up. Meep.