Status Check

Horrific Cold-From-Hell: Still hanging in there.
Wedding Dress: Still in love.
Sailor Boy: Still the combo of infuriating and lovable I fell for.
Gorgeous Photograph of Water Reflecting into a Canyon in Israel, Matted and Framed: Mine, because when you let this girl near an auction, her bloodthirsty competitive streak comes out.
Snow: Falling. Dammit.
The Three Tickets to Handel’s Messiah At The National Cathedral I Ordered At Thanksgiving: Still not in my hand, and boy will the nice people at the Will Call be getting an earful about it this evening when I go to demand my seats!
Xmas Presents Bought: 3 down, too many to count to go.
Xmas Cards Received: 1. Thank you, Annie! A cute picture of Bilbo of my very own!
SSG3 (still untitled, but may I have a feeling Secret Society Girl on Spring Break probably won’t cut it): On hold until my brain starts working again.
SSG2 (a.k.a. Under the Rose): Copy edits winging their way to me soon soon soon.

Received the most lovely note from my copyeditor, Pam, about how much she enjoyed SSG. Awwww… Thanks! (I can see all the CEs I know read this blog — Marathon Girl, I’m talking to you– getting misty-eyed.) Now I feel bad about all the verbal gymnastics Amy indulges in. I’m sure it’s easier to work on novels without biphasic lists, tables, and our dear Miss Haskel’s fondness for creating portmanteaus.

Okay, I’m off to bed and hope this cold clears up a bit by tomorrow, because me + AlkaSeltzer Plus Cold + 3 Hours of “Hallelujah”+ warm seats may = Zzzzzz. That is, if we can a) find parking and b) claim our seats.