I feel like a little kid again, hoping for a snow day. : ) I have to work tomorrow, no matter what, but it would be a treat not to have to fight through all the snow and the traffic to get there. Brought my computer home just in case.

Stuff going on:
-Greg and I went to the gym on Tuesday, and my right arm is so sore that I can't let it relax by my side because whatever muscle that is HURTS.

-Still working on revising the draft of book II and backed myself into a logic problem. Seems like an obvious thing that I should have caught when I was writing, but it's okay. I'll find a way around it--especially because I've called in the calvary (thanks to Becky and Stacy G. for agreeing to let me ramble both aloud and in email!) for help. : ) The good news is that I think it will rather significantly change the first few chapters, which dragged a bit anyway, in my opinion.

-Here's something weird...a couple of entries ago, I mentioned a good YA book that I'd read called Glass Houses. I called my sister to tell her I'd found a good book, as we sometimes like the same books. But she insists that I never told her the title, and I don't remember one way or another. Anyway, my brother was visiting home last weekend and Susan called to tell me that she sent a book home with him for me. She starts to describe it, telling me how great it was. And, of course, it turns out to be the same book. She found it, too, the exact same way I found it. By checking to see if Holly Black had anything new out yet. And it's a short jump from Holly Black to Rachel Caine, the author of Glass Houses. Weird minds think alike, I guess. : )

Okay, I'm too tired to be doing this. All my sentences sound stunted and stupid...time to stop!

Good night. : ) If you have to drive tomorrow (as I may), take your time and be careful.