It's been a week since I've been here and things are returning to a sense of normalcy.
The basement network computer is ticking along without locking up. All of the computers are networking nicely together, the printer is sharing and the internet is accessible to all. Technologically, everything is great.
The kids and the missus are downing liberal doses of antibiotics. I, once again, dodged the bullet.
The CPAP machine has been an experience. To treat my Apnea, air is forced through my nasal passage via a mask that looks a bit like a cyber-elephant's trunk. The forced air keeps the soft tissue of my throat from relaxing and blocking the airway. According to reliable sources, when I'm wearing that oh-so-attractive headgear, my snoring is a thing of the past. I haven't yet noticed the heightened energy and alertness that is supposed to follow but the literature says that usually takes about a month.
Working on Loremaster right now and have worked around something that needed fixing. I plan to have the complete re-write done by the end of June.
I need to polish From My Father's Hands a bit before submitting it for the Bridport Prize.
On the back burner right now is Nothing's Made to Last. That's unfortunate because the protagonist, Virgil Greene, is just about to have something very interesting happen to him, but I need to get Loremaster put to bed.
I just checked the time and I need to get my daughter corralled and off to school.