“Oh no, no,” said the little Fly, “kind Sir, that cannot be, I’ve heard what’s in your pantry, and I do not wish to see!”

I’m doing special projects for other divisions in my company this week which takes me away from my desk. Turns out most of is copying disks which kind me mind-numbingly dull until I remember that this could be the dark ages and I could be transcribing all of this by hand.

Or hanged as a slave who keeps running off.

Either way, I’ll take this particular timeline.

In the meantime, I’m working on edits for Chapter 3 of Isle Of Shadows, using my Fly Fusion to my full advantage. There are some quibbles but most of them have to do with User Error and not paying attention to the flashing light.

It progresses and progress makes me happy. If I get a little peace between now and 7, RJ will have the edits back tonight.

With apologies to Mary Howit.