I'm home. I've spent two hours today driving in the pouring rain, in the dark. I've decided that I hate that. I know that's a big shock. I'm sure you LOVE driving in the dark in the rain at speed in heavy traffic.
I also realized, after hydroplaning twice, that hydroplaning is YOUR CAR FLOATING ON WATER. No. I do not like that. I had a couple of little hydro-boosts, and one scary go-one-way, skim-back-another.
It was my brother-in-law's birthday, so after my shift, I met him and
Lala for Indian food at House of Curries. They thought I was kidding
when I said I wanted a Tikka Masala for myself. I was not kidding.
Tikka Masala (who cares about the chicken — it's all about the sauce),
rice, and garlic naan. I am stuffed. It was worth the rain.
And now I am liking being home. At my desk. I have two great piles of papers, one of either side of my computer — I got my final edits from my editor! And I can't tell you how exciting it was yesterday to pull almost a ream of marked-up paper from an envelope, how cool it was to go through the revision letter, to glance at the pencil marks, to set it on my desk and start working. (There will be another round, I'm told, of copy-edits, but these are the last big Decisions being made.)
But now, bed. Oh, and I'll finish this half-glass of wine. If I must.
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