I managed to proofread yesterday. I made it all the way through the Little Yellow Book ms., and I'm very pleased at how well story I wrote in 2006 stand up. "La Peau Verte," which I wrote in 2003, isn't quite as strong as the four "fairy tales" from 2006, but it's not bad. In 2006 and 2007, I was on fire. I was at the top of my game.
Lydia is flinging herself about the apartment, which she usually does this time of day.
A new episode of Roseanne last night. I'm very much enjoying the revival.
Spooky has to drive down to South County to her mom and dad's place to pill the cat. I may go with her. I may as well. I can pretend I'll write today, but that wind out there knows better. However, going with Spooky means braving the wide carnivorous sky and the stunted trees and the windswept fields.