The title pretty much covers that aspect of things. Still, I really don't expect anything until April anyway. Which doesn't keep me from anxiously wiating for the mail each day.

I haven't gotten any writing done today, but that's because I've been pretty busy. The ferrets needed to go in for rabies and distemper shots, I had a date with Brian to play Scrabble (I won one and lost one), and there was (and still is) lots of cleaning to do.

I finally tackled the closet. I haven't gotten very far yet, though some laundry has been done. I also gave the upstairs bathroom a thourough cleaning and washed a load of towels. Nancy's coming tomorrow to stay for the weekend and we never seem to have clean towels when she's here. It's strange.

Tonight I am going out to coffee (tea for me--I can't stand coffee) with my friend Vicki (I met her in my bibliography class). It should be fun.