I feel like a zombie today. Or, a dog. Like River, I’ve done nothing today but slip in and out of consciousness and go to the bathroom. In between I’ve been reading the galleys for SOMEONE LIKE YOU, doing my part to copyedit. When I’m done, I think I’ll have to do it all over again, just to be on the safe side, because I’m sure in my Stomach From Hell induced fog I’m probably missing a lot of errors.
Regardless, I’m enjoying the story, which is nice.