Sleeping over at the casa tonight, at Tiger's request. My boy fell asleep lying next to me as I edited Amelia. I was on the couch, he was curled up in a blanket on the floor. The last few chapters have been quick reads. I've actually been satisfied with what I'm reading. Almost halfway through this "final" series of edits, which should cue me up nicely for resubmission in two weeks.
California really does have interesting candidates running for governor. Gray no longer, clearly. Colour abounds.
So I sit hear, typing, listening to the noises in my house, a sharp contrast to the stillness in my apartment. And a warmth. I love the cozy feeling I get from this house. Nevertheless I feel stronger these past few days. I like the patterns of the world around me.