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I spent last evening catching up on recorded TV episodes since there was nothing new on except for Samantha Who?, which is one of those shows that I’m continuing to watch but wouldn’t miss if it vanished. I’m not a big fan of broad humor and, no, that isn’t a dig at the mostly female cast. My guess about who the ice truck killer is on Dexter was correct, but I liked seeing Dexter in therapy and wonder what his breakthrough means for his relationships in the future. I feel like we’ve seen the plot on Without a Trace a dozen times before. Cold Case was better than the show’s been in a while. I don’t know how viewership of Eli Stone is doing, but I like it quite a bit, though I worry they’re going to run out of personal revelations soon, and then where will it go after that?

I finished and turned in an 800-word essay for Gila Queen this morning. Not sure when it will get slated in the marketing newsletter. Once I finish my Storytellers Unplugged essay, I’ll be able to turn my attention back to the novel. I keep saying that, but I mean it. Really. It needs editing.

My burn wounds are slowly healing. A second blister materialized on my middle finger late yesterday, though much smaller than the one the blankets half of my index finger. I decided this morning that one looks resembles South America, with the northern part on the outside of the finger and the narrow part on the inside. Actually, it resembles what it really is—a spill stain across the finger that terminates with a drop on the inside of my middle finger. A crimson spill stain. Today’s the first day it has been completely dry, but now it’s very tight and I can only bend the finger 90° without running the risk of opening some part of it up again. Not much pain, though the newish blister is tender. I have to put my wallet and keys in my left pockets because I can’t insert my right hand into pockets.

Still working on Divisidero and the book seems to keep getting farther and farther away from the original plotline. I don’t have all that many pages left, so I’m left wondering how (or if) he’s going to get back onto that track again. I’m going to be very disappointed if we don’t meet up with Claire, Anna and Coop again.