markgritter is not a band, nor is he a multiple personality. Therefore, addressing a Christmas card to "The Mark Gritters" is stupid and wrong. Marrying the man did not make me into another of him.
Three rejections, no acceptances, no other writing news.
But other than that, and other than a wee bit of uncertainty about whether the dishwasher will hold up for the in-laws' visit, and other than a usually-reasonable local chain restaurant really sucking, it's been good to be home. It was good to be in Omaha, too. Lots of good stuff, really.
The good thing about the trip to Omaha for Christmas was that it featured lots of stress-free family time. The bad thing is that most of the non-family people I wanted to see came in later than I did, and we left pretty early, so I didn't get to see anybody outside my family for more than maybe half an hour solo time, plus a few hours of group time. greykev and scottjames and Mike and Tom came over last night. That was good. Would have liked more time, but isn't that the story of my life.
Oh, and I got good baby-time with Kari's Noah, who is muchly cute but was more interested in Mark than in me. (I had taken off my shiny sparkly necklace, and I have no glasses and no beard. Therefore I am boring.)
(Since I am so boring, I'm going to go do something else.)