Hmm...

This is the first winter in my life where I didn't end up with a horrible cold at some point.

I think it's the not teaching. Undergrad dorm rooms are places where colds spread like wildfire. I know, I lived in one.

Well, either that or it's because I put curry paste/chili powder/pepper on half the stuff I eat. Hmm... I could make money writing a book on that. If I had no moral fiber at all.

Writing

I love the program I'm using. It's pretty basic, but it lets me leave margin notes for myself. Which is great when I don't remember a character's name, or just realize I have a plot hole that needs to be fixed in the next draft.

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I am in such a blah place. This whole section will be jazzed up in editing.