I liked that someone had artisfied it a bit, and then written what read like "mosquitos." So the repair went from muskeeters to musketeers, and I thought all the versions were cool. So I kinda hoped that one of the musketeers would find this and know that the dollar bill went on its way. I think I got it at the Lota Burger in Socorro, or maybe that's the first place I decided not to spend it. If that's not where I got it, it came for somewhere in Albuquerque.
Holly got to be involved in some photography in Des Moines today and tonight she's at a movie with Chris (or that was the plan). I'm on a four-day-or-so break from the book. I've ordered a proof copy, and a few secret elves are doing a proofing read. My best choices at the moment are housework or reading myself to sleep. I'm leaning toward that soft bed, but Keith's watching wrestling back there.
I'm listening to Ferry Cross the Mersey, and the washing machine.