Well, it turns out, no Academy for us. Ken came home yesterday with a sore throat, but nothing bad. Then, around 11 p.m., I gave him a hug and discovered he was burning up. Given that he was sitting placidly in front of an open window, this was not a good thing. We agreed to see how he felt this morning, and then make our decision.

He then spent the night fully congested, snoring and tossing and turning.

But, it’s okay. He’s watching “Mash” reruns right now and installing OS X.2 on the laptop, and later we’ll rent DVDs and order pizza and all will be well with the world. It’s good to have a day to do things like this.

My goals are to clean up the proposal for Blackwood House, the idea I have for the Silhouette Soulmates line; to research where to send query letters for What Beck’ning Ghost; to critique the other story for next month’s Spinners meeting; and possibly to get back to work on AETW.

And get more e-mails answered. I recently started corresponding with Cristal, another Journalscape journaller who’s writing paranormal romances. Today in her entry she said that she thinks she scared me off because I haven’t responded! Eek! No, I’m just behind! She also said that from reading my journal, she sees me as writing more short fiction than long. Oh. Well, that’s not my intent. Must rectify this.

Okay, it’s 2 p.m. I’ve written the critique, read the newspaper, sat in the hot tub, gone for a brief swim, and throw in a load of laundry. Now I’m printing out the proposal to go over, and I think I shall have a cup of tea.