I set myself on the road to work again. I had email with Bill Schafer at Subterranean Press, Jonathan Strahan, Stephen Jones, and Writers House. Of, wait. Writers House was yesterday. We're choosing a reader for the Alabaster audiobook, and I have four to choose from, and they need an answer tomorrow. I thought through part of a story I hope to begin on Friday. And I talked with Drew about two of the three turtle papers we have in progress.
Most of the evening was spent in Second Life. My avatar got a new head. And new eyes, so thank you, Hannibal Chew.
Night three of Spooky's amazing chicken stew.
I took a long hot bath and washed my hair.
Tomorrow we're going out to my mom's to do some laundry. I have not seen her since I began sheltering back in the middle of March, even though she lives hardly half an hour from me.
That was today.