HOLDING TIGHT WITH BOTH HANDS
It’s past my bedtime, but I’m determined to at least put a little post in my journal, because I’m anal-retentive that way. Long BUSY day at work, in which much revising was needed and many instances of people saying, “Wait! Did that go to print yet? Can you stop it?!” and then coming back 15 minutes later, after I’d called the printer in a panic, saying, “okay never mind, it’s okay to go.” My little lovefest about work is somewhat tempered by the fact that Anders is so unhappy at his right now. I wish there was more I could...