sicxness will surely take the mind/body dyad...

...hopefully, not straight to the Invisible Hospital -- but Trish is still very sick, even though she spent all day at home Thursday, even to the point of losing her TA. Car-girl kept mine, but all we did was pick up a Diet Mountain Dew with orange at the Bear Creek Drive-in & cruise out past the Cat's Foot Hills all the way to the Iron Claw Mountains.

Car-girl was supposed to have taken me & Gail to the county fair, but there was a severe thunderstorm watch at 5:00, so we canceled.

Trish spent most of yesterday in bed, so I had a chance to work on Noc-Lar. I'm up to Ch.8 now, but many of the chapters are not up to their desired 3-4K length. I have been getting a lot of good ideas, most of which I attribute to Abilify, although admittedly, it's hard to tell what's doing what when dealing with a drug salad.

Trish has improved a little since yesterday. Her voice is still weak, she's coughing up phlegm, & she has a fever. I just picked up some more sugar-free cough drops & her Mag-delay from the Drugster. She soaks now in the tub, which is preferable to 3/4-hour-long showers, which have jacked our water bill up to $64.80. Too much! Something's got to give!

Just checked the snail-mail. "Galaxies" came back from Analog, by virtue of, apparently, not being Analog-y enough for them... still... & a note asking for an actual copy of any comments he made on the mss.

So, bummer. Trish suggested Baen's, which is a good idea: they pay well & answer fast; all submissions are electronic, which saves on postage.

Then, when the inevitable rejection slip arrives from them, I'll have to submit it to Azimuth & Better Gnomes & Gargoyles.

Shit! This had to happen. I don't understand, why, when I did so well in school, there are bozos out there with 1/2 my IQ not only getting published, but making their living at it.

To hell with it all. Maybe I should just go back to painting & playing with my organ.

Lie, lie, lie, literally die!