I'm nearly recovered from my trip. Like in the above photo I've been waiting for the fog to clear as being tired does not lend itself to good editing. If a sentence already makes no appreciable sense, then correcting it when tired ain't a help. I decided on Saturday that I was able to get back at it and have managed to get mark up two chapters in Biting The Dust. In theory, the corrections are improvements, but I won't know until I start adding them to the file. Meanwhile, here are more than two sentences from the first page of the first chapter that only needed quote marks changed. I'm sure that correction will hold. # "Kid, run to the house and get the shotgun. Never know quite who we might find." "Ma, you know we don't need a gun." Kid was secretly thrilled. He loved the hard, cold feel of the barrel and how the butt snugged up against his shoulder like he was born with it. "Yes, my son. But our guest doesn't know it." # It was Saturday before I picked up anything to read, too. I'm only a little way into this book, but so far I think I've made a good choice. Here's a bit from Christopher Moore's Fluke: Or, I Know Why the Winged Whale Sings. (Harper, 2003) " 'You might want to go up in the bow and look for whales, Amy." "Whales? They're big and wet. What else do you need to know?' " # Thanks for indulging me. For more, or to get in on the fun, please see The Women of Mystery.