Sitting in a coffee house. Everyone here is having a meeting or a conference call. Including me. Utterly lame, all of us...

a martini, a loud iPod, and a houseful of lovely ladies to cook for. Yay.

Based on what I've seen so far, tpday is shaping up to be Typo Tuesday.

heading for bed. Well, laundry folding and the latest Young Justice cartoon. And then possibly that leftover pizza. And then bed. Maybe.

Editing tonight, the last section of "The Red Boy" — I think I've been avoiding it, it's just so sad...

making chicken piccata. Yay.

Dreamt we lived in the suburbs, surrounded by unhappy people and nonstop bickering.
Glad to be awake now.

Saturday morning. Sophie's watching Justice League cartoons and I'm getting reconnected to those darn internets.
Good morning, everybody...

Facing a mountain of work, I lace up my boots. If I'm not back by morning, send out the Sherpas and St. Bernards.

Third time wearing a suit and tie this week. It's almost like being a grown-up.