Oh my golly gosh. I’m about to finish a novel. And I don’t mean writing one. I just mean reading one. Little babies can have quite a powerful effect on one’s reading ability. It’s been quite a trek too, let me tell you. Cormac McCarthy’s The Crossing. There’s been quite a lot of getting down off horses and undoing the girths and taking off one’s hat and getting back up on the horse and repositioning one’s hat and gazing into the apocalyptic distance etc. If you’ve read The Crossing you’ll know what I mean. But I’m enjoying it nonetheless. And I’m finishing a novel!!!!