I seem to have a cat glued to my ankle. She didn't miss me: she just missed her sofa.
Wrote a bunch of SU stuff on the plane and in airports. We're gearing up! March 1 is looooming! Better get a move on if you aren't caught up with the current state of Shadow Unit.
In other news, I think Friday and Saturday will be the Annual 48-hour booksale, wherein I clear my shelves of the endless detritus of author copies. There sure are a lot of these things. I think they breed when my back is turned.
My neck is killing me. I'm so glad to be back in my own bed. I think I'm officially old.
Tomorrow, I have to start revising Chill.