Boy, I'm beat

Let me see...Hexampuma to the vet's today, where he cheerfully (no, really. Well -- except for the break for the door. You can't blame a guy for trying. And the tech caught him, so it doesn't actually count.) received a shot to relieve eosinophilic plaque. If he's not better in 14 days, back he goes for another shot. Poor Hex. If it can go wrong, it will go wrong for him.

Mozart at the moment is sitting next to the keyboard, butting his head against my hand in a bid for worship. This does not making typing as easy as you might think.

Plans for tomorrow include an early run of errands, including taking on enough supplies that I can stay in all weekend and wrestle with angels write.

Progress on Ghost Ship:

58920 / 100000
(58.92%)

...I had hoped to break 60 grand today, but it ain't gonna happen.

Progress on Carousel Tides galleys (in pages read):

209 / 306
(68.3%)

I had hoped to finish reading today, too, but that ain't gonna happen, either.

What is gonna happen is that I'm going to go get some sleep.

G'night.