Well I tried again this morning to submit my story via email, this time putting the text of the story in the body of the email, and once again I got the two emails saying that my story had been received and that my story had not been received. So, I give up. Whatever.

Still nothing from F&SF. 2 1/2 weeks now.

Jack and I have a song that we sing to Anna now during her breathing treatments. It's to the tune of "Howdy Doody Time," and the words are It's Baby Torture Time! It's Baby Torture Time! It's Baby Torture Time! It's Baby Torture Time! And so on.

I think I have all my shopping done. Of course it helps that I'm not really getting all that much for people. And it also helps that I told Jack that he was in charge of getting gifts for his kids and grandkids this year. He is in New Orleans even now, hunting down a gift for me. He claims that I am impossible to shop for. I tell him that I am easy if he would just understand what kind of stuff I like. I really don't see what the problem is.
This day: 2001