Hardly remember getting up this morning. Must be because I woke at 2:00am and didn't fall back to sleep until 5:00am. Bizarre dreams. Kitty comings and goings. Phantom math, calculating the approximate hemorrhage of currency involved in the new office build-out. Funny, but always fantasized maxing out credit cards at the end of my life--a trip to Europe involving heavy meals of wine and pasta. Restful nights in expensive hotels with 5-start restaurants and oyster shells--not now while they can still track me down and make me pay. Drat. Anyway, got up, pushed some paper around, and entered "Dancing with the Devil" in something called the Wild West Literary Contest. Also managed a trip to the bank, a trip to the barber, and a trip to the barber. Ferried some old windows from the kitchen over to the leaded glass shop to be used in the making of the new window in the cottage office. Four to six weeks before any results. Office door? Who knows. Just keep plugging. Meanwhile, at work on the new collection, The Second Time Around.