And, strangely enough, that’s where I am right now, due to a series of circumstances too weird to relate (and indeed I can’t relate them now, or probably for some months to come; it wouldn’t be appropriate).
It’s something work-related…so this is not going to be a holiday in the sun. It’s urgent. And I have to finish The Empty Chair at the same time I’m handling this thing.
Whoopee.
Nonetheless, it’s going to have been a good thing to have done when I’m done with it, finally. With luck that’ll be in about a week and a half. Santa Monica is lovely this time of year…but I can’t wait to get home.