Actually, I was a big weepy mess the past hour, but I'm still pumped.  Fairy dust from my fingertips, I'm telling you.  Still moderately drecky, but there is a book here.  And dude, it is COOL.  And very touching.  

I'm going to shower, put up a little plastic (brr!  COLD HERE!), knock out another two or three thousand words, do a few errands, maybe run to Indianola, rope the moon, birth a nation . . . . 

Well, today, feels like it.  Aurel.  AUREL.  You are the man.  You and Charles.  My boys.