Point the first: Ow, body. No, I'm pretty sure I didn't get up in the middle of the night and snack on a nice big plate of carpenter's tacks, as I'm sure that would make my mouth and throat very lacerated indeed, but it was a valiant effort on the part of you, stomach, to try to convince me I had. Never do it again. Weren't you just fine when I went to sleep last night?
Point the second: Finished Blue Fields, Blue Sky in draft sometime yesterday. I started it in September, 2007. C'mon, self, it's only 25,000 words long. ~_~
Point the third: Happy birthday,
transnomad! I hope you have an awesome day in the midst of this horrible season of cold and ice.