Which is not to say that there were not a few shining moments of recent loveliness, such as getting to picnic with Dark Orpheus and reading Excellent Women and leaving for vacation; but mostly the past few weeks have been unremittingly crappy.

            I quit my NaNoWriMo novel, for instance, after Cleo put her hand on the stove and gave herself second-degree burns all across her palm and had to spend the morning in the emergency room. I guess I could have mustered myself and kept writing, but changing burn bandages and feeling guilty (it was totally my fault she got burned; I was standing right next to the stove but not paying enough attention to her) kept me so busy I couldn’t get in my typing time. Plus we changed the dates for our vacation, so I was packing and hunting for passports in between bouts of crispy-baby-soothing.

              Then my storyboard for the next drawing project I’m doing, (an annotated Rapunzel) (thanks for all your suggestions, by the way) turned out to be all wrong, and I had to scrap a week’s worth of studies and sketches. Also, I had to cancel plans to visit my best friend. Then there was a sandstorm. My plants got droopy. I lost (as in ‘mislaid’, not ‘seized by the police’) my California drivers’ license. Et cetera.

            But, anyway, we made our flight out of Dubai and are now vacationing in America, where the tapwater is drinkable, and I can make as many long-distance phone calls as I want, and there are waffles and public libraries, and everyone speaks English with the same accent as me. So I am expecting things to get better.