Spent most of the day in bed with my cats Mercury and Blizzard, reading the latest draft. Hoping to get through by the weekend, including key-ins.
Grabbed brunch at Katz's (scrambled eggs and turkey ham), and finished up about 50 pages there. I would've been even more productive today if I hadn't felt guilty about taking up the table.
Which reminds me, swooped by a boutique just down the street on the way home. When did T-shirts start costing $150+?
Hyde Park for dinner (turkey burger on wheat with soup of the day); waiter was Daniel who used to wait on us at Chili's on Lamar.
Am still obsessing on author's note no one will probably read.
