In which the day becomes complicated

The rest of the day is shaping up this way:

1. Throw Dragon Ship proofs into FedEx box
2. Check mail
3. Go to physical therapy
4. Pick Socks up from hospital, Bast willing
5. Make fixes to “Landed Alien” and send to Madame the Editor
6. Prep for talk with first narrator, scheduled for tomorrow, noonish

Um…lunch. Gotta schedule lunch in there, somewhere.

I’ll see y’all later.

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