Poof-Jiggle
In my dream last night I was in Manhattan, visiting some people who had an aquarium built around their apartment with a big, fierce fish swimming round and round. (The kids assured me it wasn't as ferocious as it looked.) I had noticed something odd that indicated someone was trying to take advantage of the family, and my first ex-husband was investigating, but going about it in an inefficient way, buying up fantasy theme parks and the like.
The family nevertheless placed their trust in me, and they all toasted me with a non-alcoholic beverage. "Poof-jiggle!" said the matriarch. That was the traditional family toast.
In real life, I'm doing revisions on Timeweavers, but moving slowly. My car passed inspection, so I won't have to get rid of it yet. I took a celebratory run in the park, and my new running shoes didn't hurt my feet.
Then I found out that my housemate, Deb, got an Editor's Choice on OWW for the first chapter of her novel, but she hasn't read Karin Lowachee's review.
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