Well, dear readers, I am sitting here like so much fish, basking in the glow of – what AM I basking in the glow of, now that I think about it? Why did I write that I was basking in the glow of something when I didn’t know what it was? Was I basking in the glow of a basket? Am I basking in the glow of the garlic bread I just made and am abouot to eat? What the HELL am I basking in the glow of? Well, you know what? I’m basking in the damn glow of SOMETHING and that’s enough for me. Once again, I didn’t watch a motion picture because I was writing up until eight o’clock and by then I wasn’t in the mood. So, it was more Penn and Teller Fool Us clips, along with a few irritating videos, and a few PDQ Bach things – Peter Schickele was kind of a mad genius, both as a composer and humorist. As far as I know, he only wrote one film score but it’s a really fine one – Silent Running. I’ll have to find my CD and listen to it again. But I am so over the YouTube commercials on monetized channels – I wonder if any commercial that interrupts videos has ever sold a single product? It’s trul ridiculous. On the Penn and Teller clips, the commercials invariably come at a key point in the trick. So annoying. And they’re endless. Sometimes you can’t go thirty seconds without more commercials popping up. I did doze off for about an hour, too. Prior to all that, I got almost eight hours of sleep, got up, answered a large number of e-mails, went to Gelson’s and got ham and turkey for sandwiches, an avocado whose purpose I don’t know yet, a tomato, and an onion. I came home and made one ham and one turkey sandwich, and they were okay. I’m just not enjoying certain foods like I used to. Weird. I sent Muse Margaret fifty pages. She called in the afternoon and said she’d really liked the new pages but felt there wasn’t as much color as in the earlier pages and could I add some. I said I’d look it over, but I felt there was quite a bit of color. I mentioned a couple of things to her, and she said that she didn’t remember reading that. I mentioned other things – she said she didn’t remember reading those either, so she said she’d call back after reading the pages again. She called back ten minutes later and said she must have not gotten everything because she wasn’t seeing that stuff. I opened the PDF directly from the e-mail I sent and there were all the pages right up to page 98. She’s not computer savvy so I knew something was awry. She said maybe she pushed something. Her last page was 63. I asked her if she could scroll to the next page and she did and there was page 64. Turns out that there were only four lines on page 63 as it was the end of a chapter. So, a ton of white space after and she thought that was all I wrote.

So, I told her to read the other forty-five pages and call me back. About an hour later, she called back and was laughing. Well, she loved it all, said it was perfect and that there was plenty of color and she had not a single note other than a couple of typos. So, that made me very happy and a happy me is always what we strive for. I knew if she liked these pages that I was doing the right things and that was really important to hear.

Then I wrote eight new pages and I’ll do another two as soon as I post these here notes. And I have crossed page 100.

Today, I’ll be up when I’m up, I’ll futz and finesse, I’ll eat something, I’ll write at least another ten pages, and then if I’m feeling up to it, I’ll go see the play and get that out of the way, as I’d really prefer having an all-writing weekend. At some point, I suppose I’ll watch, listen, and relax.

Tomorrow and the weekend will be all writing – I’d love to knock out at least thirty pages, if possible.

Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, be up when I’m up, futz and finesse, eat, write ten pages, and then try to see a play. Today’s topic of discussion: What are your favorite sandwich jernts and your favorite sandwiches? Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, happy that we solved The Curious Case of the Missing Color.