Up late this morning. Read the paper over coffee, then went upstairs to work. Put in last set of revisions on "Frank the Redeemer," took care of a few housekeeping details, and closed a submission. Afterward, went off to the nursery looking for hostas.
Spent the afternoon planting and cleaning up around the back yard. By July it's going to be a showcase. Six weeks into spring, it still isn't spring. Weather's too cold to plant flowers, and the threat of hail is omnipresent. Off spine, I still haven't found my fly vest.
Got word late in the afternoon from Willard & Maple (Champlain College's literary magazine) they've accepted my story "Missing." Nice. I think that makes number three on the year. Who knows, maybe I'm back on pace for another good year. Fingers crossed.