Woke up, put clothes on, didn't go to work.

Sarah did a great write-up on last night's excursion, during which she and Valerie were kind enough to humor my appreciation of kitsch. They left out the part where I yelled, "Hi, Mr. Carter!" to Aaron's dad and he responded with a wave.

I'm trying desperately to get the first half of novel 3 into better shape. It's been a long journey, and it could still use a lot of revisions. I think I have to start shaping part 2 for a while instead. This thing will never get done.