I went to bed a bit early last night, crashed hard, and slept soundly straight through to morning. Except for dreaming about my dad giving me a bunch of new arch supports. I haven't the slightest idea what that was all about.

I'm still a bit tired this morning, though. Not so much sleepy as incapable of focusing on anything for more than a minute or so.

We had three documents to deliver this week -- all of them short, status-report or meeting-minutes kinds of things. I've reviewed four (including one that isn't actually due until next week) already, which means there is absolutely nothing left on my schedule for this week.

No reviews. No meetings. No conference calls. Nothing.

Which, hopefully, means I'll be able to do some writing today and tomorrow. (Friday, I'm taking half a day off to attend the Mother's Day festivities at Penny's daycare.)

My tentative goal is to finish the current story by the end of July. Which is two and a half months to write four chapters, so you'd think it would be plenty, but I don't have K.T.'s drive. I've been averaging about a chapter and a half a month, so far. We'll see, I guess.

At least I've gotten to the point where I'm no longer carefully setting up my pins and placing clues and dropping hints; I'm down to the reveal and the climax.

Of course, it's taken me half an hour just to write the last three paragraphs, in between printing out directions to the scrapbooking event Saturday and staring at my sudoku calendar and trying to find a move and straightening my desk and checking stuff in my daybook and... Incapable of focus. Yeah. If I don't wake up some, I'm not getting anywhere today.

--Liz