So

Today, I spent an hour and a half on job-search homework (the outplacement counselor assigned an exercise, and I'm trying my best to do it thoroughly and with a good will), wrote about 500 new words on The Fate of Women (the current lousy title of Sarah Tolerance #4) and will shortly be going in to the guest-room-formerly-Becca's-other-room to start wringing order out of chaos.

Getting into the habit of getting stuff done again after the long, gorgeous sloth of France and England.