Slept for beans last night, and finally got up because I couldn’t breathe lying down. This cold’s as bad as the last one. Can only hope it ends sooner.
Closer and closer on the revisions. Just wish my head was clearer, so I could make a better evaluation of them. Regardless, looks as though I’ll have a reader copy in a day or two.
Boys came over for a mid-afternoon visit while the house was shown. Had a nice time with them. They’re both down with colds, too—no surprise there—but in pretty good good spirits even so.
Not sure what to think anymore, except not to think about anything I can’t control. Come Friday, the world will start making its own rules. Until then, we’ve got what we’ve got. Each other, and nothing else.