Tell me about it. And I have four hours to go. Unless I can manage to convince folks to let me go early to make up for the day I came in before hours last week. And for staying almost an hour late on Friday. And such.
I have my doubts.
I’ll be putting the finishing touches on that short story tonight. I wanna go write on my big honkin’ typewriter.
I just need a nap... need to kick this cold or whatever it is. We’re driving to Texas Thursday for Talon’s family reunion (and a job interview Friday in Dallas on the way, cross your fingers) and I’d like to feel better by then. He’s got a bunch of cousins and aunts and things I haven’t met and I’d rather I didn’t give them a cold.