I finished writing Tendril Through Cyberspace at 11:30 this evening. Actually, the final chapter became a rambling 1,700 words, written in 45 minutes, of notes about what I want to change if I decide to revise this rough draft.

I'm expected the handsome cub
djjo to arrive here around lunchtime tomorrow. He is escaping from paint fumes and I'm escaping from the hollow, fuming shell of my brain. I don't think I have ever anticipated a hug as much as this one coming.
I'm expected the handsome cub