Done. The book is done. I have finished the ham. It's a little too surreal to even feel celebratory. The second revision draft went back yesterday and is with the copyeditor now. Ah, copyediting. So, not really done yet, alas, but the writing part is done. Now only nits to pick and futzes to fart. I don't know what that means. I used up most of my brain writing this book. I hope it regenerates, because there are more books I have to write! And want to write. Of course I want to. Just, you know, not right away. Because my brain needs to grow back. And there's the matter of having a 2-3/4-year-old sort of grafted to me right now. Clementeeny, she is so glad this ham is done. She's also sick, of all the hilarious timing. She's at that age when she is able to say, "I'm sick," with full manipulation of pathetic-power. It's so funny but not. I don't mind a couple of sick days myself right now. Yesterday we watched Arrietty in bed and ate popsicles. I felt like *I* was a sick kid home from school. Kind of cool.
Say, what were your sick day go-to's? There's the usual ones like chicken soup and Sprite and popsicles and whatnot. Did you have any weird ones? Jim's was fruit cocktail. You?
Okay, so. Just wanted to check in briefly before taking advantage of a sleep opportunity in the form of Clementine napping. I have missed way too many sleep opportunities lately! Catch-up time!