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daylight, fall back and all that. What a concept! I'm still pretty uncomfortable, so tossing and turning until my bedside clock had a five in it, at which point I decided to toss it in and re-acquaint myself with my normal routine. Come down to the computer where it says something obscene like 4:15 a.m. Just now figuring out that it's the fall back morning. Duh. Good thing it will be an hour earlier when I finally get tired again and go back to bed. I'm seriously behind in everything, but starting to feel like my old self. My family arrived on Friday, we're together to celebrate the fall birthdays (Zach, Tristan, Grandma, Larry, Mom, George, Joanna, Haley, Jim) ... wow, Kate and I are the only non-birthday'ers. We're BBQing at my brother's this afternoon at his house in Minooka, Illinois (which I believe you'll find on e-podunk.com); on the way out there we'll all stop at the Hallmark store (Walgreens, more likely) to buy birthday cards for everybody, going to do the great birthday card exchange. I anticipate some significant chaos in the birthday card department. Clean up on Aisle Six. My poor story has been sitting in a drawer for far too long. Unless I stumble upon a secret wellspring of writing energy, I won't be finishing this draft by the first of the year. But I'm actually pretty far along, so the situation isn't completely bleak; if I am able to get back on track and spend four or five mornings a week really working, then I'll certainly have a good shot at meeting the goal. I worry that if I don't stay committed to the goal, I won't finish the story. I'll be fine, of course. I'll be getting ready to play championship bridge, I'll be working out, I'll be playing on the beach with my children, I'll be hanging with some of my most favorite friends for Thanksgiving, I'll come back and my upstairs floors will have been re-done, the hall will have been re-painted, my shower may then be free of rot. Then I'll do a lot of laundry and start the planning/shopping/wrapping concerto that plays through the month of December, until, with a contented sigh, I'll kiss my family to welcome the new year. Then I think about Eleanor -- held against her will -- and Barbara and Beckett and ... why do these folks all have names that start with B? That's very strange.... 5:39 a.m. now. I think I'll get to work. Thanks for waiting, I'm sorry I was gone so long. xo
