my week
Here's a week I'm glad just to have survived, featuring stomach flu. Vivian got it on Tuesday. ("I need a bucket really fast!") And Nora, James, and I all sucommed yesterday. Is there anything sadder than a barfing baby? Nora's tummy settled around 2:00 AM; mine kept me up until about 4:00, and since then I've mostly slept and tried to convince Vivian (now fully recovered) that she doesn't need me as much as she thinks she does. My food for today consisted of two pieces of toast, some gingerale, and a coke. Nora is also still fussy and miserable. Let's hope tomorrow is better.
But, good news too: my contract is finally here. Or rather, it was: it came, was read and reviewed, signed and shipped back. Now I shall anxiously await my editor's suggestion for PLAIN KATE, and of course my money. We may eat lots of lentils before the cheque comes, but we should make it. Hip hip hurray!
But, good news too: my contract is finally here. Or rather, it was: it came, was read and reviewed, signed and shipped back. Now I shall anxiously await my editor's suggestion for PLAIN KATE, and of course my money. We may eat lots of lentils before the cheque comes, but we should make it. Hip hip hurray!