Today was so very, very fucking awful, that I'm going to make this very, very short. I only slept three or four hours last night, and I managed only about 750 words today on "Iodine and Iron." I strongly suspect that tomorrow I may have to rewrite everything I did today. We only caught a glancing blow from Michael, a little rain, a little wind. Hardly worth mentioning. The panhandle wasn't so lucky. Oh, and Spooky dreamt that cocaine-crazed goats were trying to break into the house. And I managed to eat pizza for the first time in more than a year. That was today. Fuck It, CRK 7:22 p.m.