Moving, Job Applications, Unappreciated Work, Running critique group, running quartet. All the usual mundane stuff. Then squeeze in hiking 35 miles of National Lakeshore coastline in three days and a 3 day SCBWI writing conference, and I'm flailing for time. Oh, and my knee really hurts. Plus there are legislative decisions I simply must protest. Repealing Habeas Corpus is never a good sign of things to come. Perhaps I'll think of the lakeshore right now, or caving. Must go caving. Going through a stage of "cave yearning". My writing has suffered of late. Only a few stories pushed back onto the market. No significant revision of my most recent novel, and I haven't kept The Fires of Winter, of the Elevator series on the market. Shame on me, disregaring my own fervent advice. I meet with an editor this weekend. . .