Sooo busy. Yesterday and today I spent some tim eworking with Dad on the bookcases. There are so many little things that can (and do) go wrong it's a miracle we're making any progress at all. But what we do get accomplished feels like a major victory. I've also managed to start an exercize routine. It's pretty simple, but at least it's better than the butt-sitting I've been doing. And I'm making progress on about a million other projects that have cropped up. I have no idea how I'm going to cope with working again and being unable to do all the home projects I've got going, but I know that if I don't start again soon, I'll probably go a little nuts. I really hope that I can get some time to finish that short story up so I can make my deadline of tomorrow. Geez.