Stupid breeder friends, thudding sounds, and a book.

Just got a letter from editor bear that really underscores a difference in how we see life. Ugh... what a mindless breeder he really is. Enter babies stage left, exit all rational thought stage right. But if he wants to have a huge family (which he really can't afford, and admits will be a problem come college-time even if it isn't before, and admits is a shitty thing to do to the environment) and justify it all by saying he "loves his kids", well, it's hard to watch but there's nothing I can do about it ( except be catty, of course. )

Life proceeds apace. A fast pace. I worked 10 hrs yesterday with no breaks, and I guess 9-ish today, although today I sat outside at lunch and made my phone call. Tomorrow's another ultramarathon day thanks to Dale Carnegie... in which, by the way, the students are coming along so well now it's totally heartwarming, and I actually can't wait to see them. Wednesdays do come around with such brutal regularity though. Thud. Thud. Thud.

Lastly, I'm reading The Golden Transcendence, third in a trilogy by John Wright. So psyched to be reading something I know will have a glorious and heroic ending... ahhhh. :) I've had experiences with way too many first-of-a-series, middle-of-a-series and tragic books lately.