Slowly, but ponderously flapping its wings and beginning to get airborne again, I think. Like a horribly obese seabird of some variety, I think….one with a very large and bucketlike bill.

I got distracted this evening by getting talking into auditioning for a play and other adventures, but the damn thing is live again, in my brain, which is kind of awesome. I think this weekend may see a staggering increase in production. Right now, I’m just trying to keep up with the using-up-my-cheers thing in as conscientious-yet-hurried way as possible, because it’s way past bedtime and somehow I’ve wound up with twelve cheers to burn through before I lie down. What the fuck? How did that happen? It’s an unforeseen consequence.

I’m happy that one of the central events of yours is Daphne meeting X, though—every good story is, in some measure at least, a love story (yes, I’m a sap), and Daphne-meets-X sounds like a good setup for that. As for where it (and she) goes once you get to the meeting—well, with any luck, the narrative will tell you that. So.

Anyway, dear. Right on. You go. Best of luck to Daphne (and X). Tra la.