I have an official offer on the bombing book! And I got surprise art in the mail!
And the yarn I need for my cousin’s afghan and to make Venus of Willendorf came in.
And yet, even after all that, I’m not sure fucking up my meds and getting stepped on by the dog was something I’d be willing to do again in order to have another afternoon like that.
Anyway, the book deal is still kind of a secret, but I think my readership here has dwindled down to people I’d tell a secret to anyway, so there you go.