Saw a season 5 ep of Buffy we’d never seen, and it looks like we haven’t seen the next one, either, so that’s spiffy. It feels like it’s not really over! Sort of…

Finished copy editing. Based on previous journals, the indexing should take me about four hours tomorrow. It’ll “take” longer than that, because that’s four hours on the stopwatch, and doesn’t include bathroom breaks, lying on the floor after taking Advil for my shoulder pain, etc.

Long talks tonight about the future, plans, goals, etc. Very tired now.

Ah! Neil Gaiman went to the Milford Writers Workshop in the 80s. I’ve been to the same workshop as Neil Gaiman. Hot damn. (Sadly, though, not in the same hotel…) I wish I could go back. Someday…

By the way, yesterday was the Feast Day of St. John-Francis Regis, a seventeenth-century patron of lace makers, marriage, and illegitimate children. That’s from my Forgotten English calendar. It goes into the pile of days to save. There’s a story in there somewhere. Marriage AND illegitimate children? And lacemaking. One of those potential hobbies that lurks at the edge of my available time.