When I'm done, I've got to revise the revisions. Hopefully that will be a one-day project (I think the only thing that really needs work is a three-chapter chunk at the end of the middle third), and so with any luck I'll get it out to test readers on Thursday and can turn it in by Monday. Only, you know, a month later than I hoped and two weeks later than I feared. Sigh.
Zilli's back from the vet with a new cast and a not very happy personality. The vet didn't seem to think he'd re-broken his toes (thank goodness) and says to bring him back in next week to be checked on. In the meantime, when we leave the house, he'll be in the kitty carrier, and when we're at home, he'll be confined to the room we're in. Argh, but better than him removing another cast. Sigh. She also wrapped it higher up above his elbow, so maybe that'll help him not pull it off again. Dumb damned cat.
Arright. We're off to lunch.