So -- I'm not pregnant. You knew that, I knew that, but it took an very unpleasant two days and screaming at nurses over the phone to confirm it, and then Dr. Data did our follow-up consultation just two days later and convinced me that we weren't crazy to be trying again and next time they'll use the X-ray lasers on my ovaries and he thinks we still have a 30 percent chance per cycle and... and I slurped up that sweet sweet Kool-aid, hugged Miss T., thought about how honestly more difficult life would be with anther little banshee, and tried to get some work done for a change.
But, the other 2008 project. The book. The damn book. Out, out, damn book. Leave my life and let me work on other things! Dr. Wow has insisted that we start an intensive cycle of proofreading. Two chapters a week, for both of us junior co-authors. Of course the monster must get a close reading on its way to doneness. And getting it done is, of course, the goal. But there are still giant gaps! in later chapters! that need to be filled! by me!
I just wanted to publicly record that today, some six weeks after Dr. Wow suggested the plan, I finally started in. In fact, I just filled in a missing hyphen on page 1.