The house is a mess.
Christmas is coming.
The list of holiday crafting is growing by leaps and bounds.
I am dangerously underslept (three nights in a row so far of terrible sleep).
I am also fighting some sort of gross lurgy that has so far coated my throat with sandpaper.
I am single-parenting because Boy Einstein is in the middle of a five-day trip away.
Yeah. That’s how it goes.
A book is done. I shall toot the proverbial horn about it once we get closer to publication time, and,
A new book is currently in progress.
So it’s not *all* bad. Just *mostly*. (I am kidding. Maybe.)