Back home...

Galina overnighted in Tucumcari, New Mexico, and pulled into the driveway here a little before 8:30 pm local time. That takes a great load off my mind.

But before that happened, a file arrived for editing at 9 am. I am, however, confident that I can take care of the job early tomorrow morning, so I only have it a once-over glance to make sure there were no unpleasant surprises in store for me tomorrow when I sit down to actually edit it.

Alla and I decided to go out to lunch at Pier 8, which was pretty crowded, but not so much as to degrade the experience of breaking bread there. Among other things, we had them filet a red snapper for us, serve them to us fried, and then took the head and backbone home with us, where Alla made a most fabulous fish soup.

The afternoon was a frenzy of clean-up (with a lot of stuff getting scanned so that the paper could be thrown out). A little of that every day, and soon... who knows?

I have a feeling tomorrow is going to be a day for hunkering down and getting things done.

But first, a little rack drill, maestro!

Cheers...