Oy vey. The years go by faster and faster the older I get, I swear.
I've a SLEW of things to do, all of a sudden. All of it time sensitive. All of it priority. All of it... aw heck... going away to conventions is WORK, to be sure, but I swear I go off to them to get away from all the stuff I have to do at home...
(And it's SNOWING, folks. Seriously snowing. I kid you not.)
Back to the current job-in-progress. No, not the novel. Something came up.
Two steps forward, one step back, as usual.
Shall we dance?