Been fiddling with my proposal for HANDS OF FLAME. Not getting far, but fiddling, and observing how very much this is like Maureen Johnson's post about how to write a book (link via dancinghorse). (I sent that URL to my family, and Mom said, "*laugh* That's why you have Chronic Hair Syndrome and Compulsive Rearrange My Webpage Disorder," which is EXACTLY RIGHT. Guess who wants to cut her hair today...)
Ted is far too good a person. He worked a morning shift, 7-3, and came home for an hour and is going back to cover for his boss, who's sick. And he only got about 5 hours of sleep last night. Poor guy. Good guy.
Oh, hey, the bank called me back. They lost the check! On the U.S. end, not the Irish end, but it's lost. For heaven's sake.