And the acquisition of a new cat, a "dilute" Siamese named Yuki who looks like a sepia ink-wash sketch with Paul-Newman-blue eyes. We'll see how this works out with the other three; fingers crossed. Since the received widsom is to leave him in isolation from the other cats and introduce them slowly, I'm in for a night of listening to him crying in his prison in the upstairs bathroom (with a plushy little bed, dishes of dinner, infinite quantities of toilet paper to amuse him, and a little heating-pad because it gets frakkin' cold up there).
I'll give the manuscript a day or to to cool down before I go back to it. LOTS of work yet to do.