512 pages. 119K. Two chapters left. Unless there’s one. @.@ This is _so_ much the NEH. I think I’ll finish today, though. We’re going to go have lunch with Sammy and Myles and then I think probably I’ll just come home and work until it’s done. When I am done, I will watch Alias. Possibly several episodes, even if Ted thinks we should pace ourselves since it’s the last season and all we’ve got left. :)
When I’m done, I’ve got to revise the revisions. Hopefully that will be a one-day project (I think the only thing that really needs work is a three-chapter chunk at the end of the middle third), and so with any luck I’ll get it out to test readers on Thursday and can turn it in by Monday. Only, you know, a month later than I hoped and two weeks later than I feared. Sigh.
Zilli’s back from the vet with a new cast and a not very happy personality. The vet didn’t seem to think he’d re-broken his toes (thank goodness) and says to bring him back in next week to be checked on. In the meantime, when we leave the house, he’ll be in the kitty carrier, and when we’re at home, he’ll be confined to the room we’re in. Argh, but better than him removing another cast. Sigh. She also wrapped it higher up above his elbow, so maybe that’ll help him not pull it off again. Dumb damned cat.
Arright. We’re off to lunch.
OH cats! I had a foster kitten who kept pulling out her spay stitches. Hubby finally had to take her to work with him for a few days so he could supervise her.
Sounds to me more like a very much too smart cat doing stupid things — because he doesn’t get that the cast’s there for his own good. Like alltogether very smart humans I know who also insist on doing absolutely stupid things!
On the other hand, if the story’s this good now, think what it’ll be like in a couple of years! Zill will be one of those legendary cats!