Man, this class is exhausting . . .
. . . but it sure it fun.
I thought I could come home in the evenings and work on the anthology some more, preparing the rest of the proofs, & maybe even get a few submission packets together, uncase the typewriter to revise the girls, but no way, Jose. Yrs truly is pooped.
She's also filthy!
I did manage to get some press time in today after all. Exciting.
Notes in the A.M., probably. I need a break from all these pesky letters.
