In which Rolanni has enough excitement for one day

As if almost getting hit by the Big Red SUV at the turn from the China Road onto the Garland Road wasn't exciting enough, this evening I knocked a nearly full glass of water all over my desk, which, at this stage in the Novel Writing Proceedings is covered, and I do mean covered in paper. Also, because the drawer does not fully close, and due to the elderly nature of the desk runs slightly downhill from the place where water was spilt? Right, it flooded. All those business cards, so lovingly collected, gone -- a sudden sodden mess. Postage stamps -- ick! Bits of ribbon. The rug is soaked. And the box where the Mouse and Dragon pages go after they're printed out, red-lined and the electronic text corrected, which happened to be sitting beneath that very same downward-canting drawer? Destroyed.

I mopped and swore and swore and mopped, and -- well, the good news: No water in the computer, or in the keyboard, or in the mouse. I snatched the handwritten notes I'm working from the second the glass went over and hurled them across the room -- a writer's instinct is an awesome thing -- so, barely damp. In fact, dry already. None of the books also piled on the desk got wet. The glass didn't break. And while the box holding all those pages got irredeemably soaked, the pages themselves will survive.

Still. Argh.

Steve is on the road, heading for Points South. I think the cats still expect him back this evening; they're being remarkably mellow. I expect an Official Demand for an Explanation around about 2 a.m.

Progress on Mouse and Dragon

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