Guh...erm...weh...

Running on a tiny amount of sleep today. Sentences may wander fruitlessly winding ware and inkling fair. Erm. Ok. One burst of coherence, then back to work.

LEAP YEARS is formatted and awaiting approval by the author. Once that's set, printing begins. LOST IN THE WASH scripting took a good leap forward as a dust devil played through and revealed a lovely structure just aching to be used.

There's a deep, gnawing void in the center of my being today. It's my coffee pouch, and it's barking for a refill. Must fetch.