In which the writer is cranky

Friday. Sunny and cold.

I'm feeling . . . a little unwell. Sore throat and iffy stomach. That was before the page proofs for the Ribbon Dance mass market landed. Jury's still out on whether I'm going back to bed and pulling the covers over my head. I usually resist, but today I might just give in.

After the page proofs landed . . . there's a scene in Carousel Tides, when Kate has just be informed by the park manager that the carousel not only has to be ready for the Season, but for a Super Early Season, like, Right Now. Her reaction is, and I quote: “We’re already pulling a rabbit out of a hat here, and now you’ve got the goddamn nerve to ask for a kangaroo?”

Yeah. Like that.

So, anyhoot, not really sure what I'm doing today, except cancelling my appointment with the chiropractor, because I do feel that bad.

How're you doing today?