Is it strangle a cold; poison a fever?

. . .or is it the other way around?  I can never remember.

In any case, I'm still sick, and getting mightily bored, when I'm not wanting to lie down for a nap, which is often.

I have (finally, sheesh) managed to finish up the read through/edit/compile a lexicon stage for Alliance of Equals, adding about 7,500 words in the process.  Today, I had hopes of New Words in a forwarder direction, and indeed that is still on the to-do list, because, as noted elsewhere, books don't write themselves.

To those who have sent me email, in general:  I'm behind on my email.  If you've sent me a Desperately Important email, now might be the time to resend, because I'm starting to eye the delete key.

To those who have sent me email particularly with regard to the eArc of Dragon in Exile, I see that a brave and courteous soul has bellied up to Ms. Weisskopf's table at Baen's Bar and Put the Question.  When an answer is made, I will report it in these pages.

For those who follow the weather -- we here at the Cat Farm and Confusion Factory have dodged the projected snow-and-ice storm; it stayed Just Warm Enough that the snow came to us as rain.  It looks to continue above freezing, so we ought not to be losing trees, wires, and/or power.  Instead, we have flood warnings.

. . .and I think that's all I got.

Everybody prepping for the Winter Holiday of Your Choice?  What still needs to be done?

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Progress on Alliance of Equals
38,348/100,000 OR 38.35% COMPLETE

There were two of them, each wearing the silver owl and crescent on the breasts of their dark robes.