I had planned to work, but instead I got so angry at myself for toddling along in minimum wage employment, sans benefits, that I determined to do what I'd been putting off for a year (I checked the file dates) and work on getting Two Motherlands into print. Have been slogging along on chapter summaries for eight hours now, and I'm only halfway done. I emailed both Irina and the author of the preface, a laureled Russian poet (who I looked up online and discovered to be very cute! And three years younger than me
I also did all the linens laundry at Susan's house, where I'd been staying while the contents of my refrigerator rotted. Bob had already washed up all the dishes. Their brand-new clothes washer is making a horrible noise. I have no idea what's the matter--I didn't overload it. Not something I necessarily want to email them about while they're relaxing in CA, so it'll have to be Monday, when I pick her up at the airport: "Hello! Hope you had a great trip! Thanks so much for letting us crash at your place! And guess what, there's something terribly off with a major appliance I used!"