Need I explain?

Early again to the keyboard. Hard at it. Took a break around 1:00 and hit the gym for a couple of hours. Time to think. Reflect.

Got a notice from another publisher. They've held my short story collection "The Outskirts of Nowhere" for fourteen months, and wrote today to say they'd been having some kind of internal shakeup and were returning all mss that had been under consideration. Seriously? Fourteen months? There are people in this industry who need to be lined up against a wall and...well. Never mind.

Cut the lawn--both lawns--for the first time this year. Felt good. Looks good.

Off to see Mom tomorrow for her 88th birthday. Maybe a nice long road trip will tip the scales toward sanity.