Got back home to Chicago after reasonable airport delays and promptly fell into bed. I caught my mom’s cold, and it’s a crappy one. Had a great time spending Christmas at the Oregon Coast, at the Goonie beach.
It was incredibly relaxing, which is just want I needed. I was pretty burned out on everything. Got to catch up with a couple friends and did a lot of shopping. All my clothes are too big, and a belt will only get you so far.
Looks like I won’t quite reach my book deadline, but I blame that on the fact that my computer crashed and I’m now using a backup laptop whose internet connection doesn’t work for some reason, and swapping files back and forth without gmail is a bitch. Wrote out the final outline for the last part of the book so I have a map that ties up all the loose ends. Should bang out a lot this weekend.
Anyway, back to Chicago, piles of half-melted snow, but at least it’s 30 degrees out instead of 10. Sorely in need of sleep and grocery shopping tonight.
Because of the dead computer, things may be quiet here until I can get it fixed or get a new one.
So it goes.
