No rejections or other interesting writing-related correspondence recently. They're saving them all up again.
My boss forgave me for being a bonehead with regard to a Congressman yesterday. Apparently the Congressman has forgiven us too. Small mercies. Of course, if I had managed to get myself fired, I wouldn't have had to get up at 3:45 am this morning. This early rising thing is really, really killing me.
I'm trying to get my butt in gear to take another crack at The Stratford Man and try to nail down some words before I have to go get the boy.