since so am I.

But this borrowed machine is a touchpad, which drives me crazy, and I finally got in to the odl machine and copied all 200 password combos so I can remember them—something I should have done. But thi s has thrown us for a loop schedule-wise. Here we are working on, simultaneously, 1)the new book, on which I have had serious trouble since Jane got sick, and I was just finally making progress. 2) in come the galleys for Intruder, which have to be done by the 10th, 4) working on getting Chernevog in final edit and doing the covers

While 1) Jane was simultaneously doing the 3 new Rusalka series covers,  plus revisions of all our prior covers, plus 2) Closed C ircle design, and helping me do a new edition of Rusalka text, 3) and hellpingand doing all the html work, and trying to get her Netwalkers books into new editions,…….

and my computer died, when I was the one supposed to do the kitchen cleanup, the construction cleanup, the restoration of tools to where they belong (if you wonder about the typing, it’s because the text runs off the display of this version of the site given by this older computer…) and meanwhile we haven’t gotten the Christmas decorations up—we may officially postpone Christmas, but then we already have our prezzies —the saws, and Seishi—

and Jane is working non-stop—she got one hour of sleep last night—and fraying at the edges, while I’m trying not to screw up my good run at this book and remember where I am and my galleys are stuck on the other computer, which I daren’t run much because of the screwed-up keyboard—who knows what I’m punching… I cook and I clean, Jane does html, and we’re just exhausted. Lynn’s similarly bhind, not to mention some damned jerk threw all the apartment complex poolside furniture in the pool an since she works with the condo assocaition, it’s her problem; she’s looking for a guy with scuba gear, I’m looking for my keyboard, deadlines are looming, Jane just wants some sleep, and we are all certifiably crazy.