My plea for time aid appears to have worked. No sooner did I write yesterday’s memo, than an hour of time became available in my day, combined with the hiring of a teacher I needed for Monday. Thank you, oh great and anonymous donor!
Right now, Bryon is having the toe joint on his right foot literally cut down to size. He has a choice (read–once they see what it looks like, they’ll choose) of cleaning or fusing. Cleaning is our best case scenario, but both docs who’ve looked at the x-ray film keep saying he’s going to get it fused.
Um. I have met my weekly goal of completing chapter 2 on the troll story. Currently I’m at about 33 pages, give or take, and this interesting rewrite word count statistic…
7777 / 45000 words. 17% done!
More relevant?
10 / 54 words. 19% done!
Part one is chugging along.
In other news, I’m enjoying Vernor Vinge’s Deepness in the Sky. Who’d have thunk it?
Catherine