I decided to give in and be logical today, so I dragged "Sense of Smell" out of the unfinished file and worked on revising it. This was my first pass (in Crayola washable magic marker, of course), so I'll let it sit tonight and type in my revisions (probably adding more of them) tomorrow. Marguerite nudged me on that one; it does seem a little ridiculous how long I've avoided rewriting the damn thing, especially since I was rather embarassed to note today, reading through it, that it didn't require that much work (about an hour and a half, while providing for kiddos). I'm still not sure I covered everything mentioned in the wonderful crits I got on the story so long ago, but at least I made a start.

And I realized while lying in bed the other night that "Evergreen" actually has two more markets to go to at this length. It's just that one of them is a Black Hole.

I also managed to use my degree today -- drawing kinship diagrams to show Kate what "first cousin" meant. Yes, this is what 5 years of anthropology is good for.

Anyway. Made some progress in the unpacking area last night and today; Kate can at least walk through her room now, and we have made some inroads into switching her dresser and Ethan's (we're playing musical furniture because of the twins.) I worked for about 45 minutes last night, but then my back locked up and I had to hobble over to the recliner, where I spent the rest of the night.

And now I have apparently overstepped the limits of what is safe for me not to pay complete and total attention to children. The Legos have been dumped all over the floor, houses have been knocked down, plastic swords have been confiscated, names have been called, tears have been shed...