But things are coming together quite nicely, brewing up a storm of titanic proportions. Tomorrow I'll write all morning, head off for a speaking gig in Burlington, write that night, and then head home, going into the final week of Reno.
Pray for me. Reno's been kicking my butt, delightful as he is.
Fuel: homemade donuts, fritos, bran chex and strawberries and Chinese food. I should learn not to stuff myself during a marathon but I need all the help I can get.