Had an afternoon and dinner with
After we bore witness to
My hands don't ache quite so much after not working on the book Friday or yesterday. Obviously the most sensible thing to do here is to immediately start working on the book again. Well, seriously, I think it is, because the darn thing is interfering with my sleep. A small glass of Riesling took care of that for last night (I'm a cheap date), but I don't care for that as a long- or even medium-term solution, so the answer is to finish the book. Right? Of course right. And I have plans for what I get to do when I finish this book. I've always had plans for that, actually, but they mostly involved what short stories I would get to write and what book I would get to write next, and now I have some Mrissa-maintenance things in mind that have nothing directly to do with what I'm writing next. Which seems like a positive thing. Tired. Pressing onward.