The work day is over. I was actually doubtful it ever would end.

Tonight's projects include finishing up the website update and participating in whatever sort of gaming activities S-Moe has in mind.

So I finally got Casey to talk to me, but he got distracted pretty quickly; I think Stan was doing something naughty to him. But I do have the briefest of snippets from which to work:

Casey thought maybe it was the rain that woke him, but he couldn't be sure. There wasn't any sort of noticeable transition from 'asleep' to 'awake.' He went seamlessly from the dark quiet of sleep to the dark quiet of awake from one breath to the next. It took him a moment to get his bearings, but once he did he relaxed and pulled his feet further up into the bubble of warmth trapped by the blanket draping them.

I think it's going to be quiet and introspective as a lead-in to the massive Monday morning transition piece that is giving me fits. I take a moment yet again to gnash my teeth in carolinecrane's general direction. When she's writing, she's writing. When I'm writing, I'm lucky for a page a day.

Ah, well. Such is life, I guess.