The rest of the day is shaping up this way:
Throw Dragon Ship proofs into FedEx box
Go to physical therapy
Pick Socks up from hospital, Bast willing
Make fixes to “Landed Alien” and send to Madame the Editor
Prep for talk with first narrator, scheduled for tomorrow, noonish
Um…lunch. Gotta schedule lunch in there, somewhere.
I’ll see y’all later.