My wife and I are the same age as the president(-elect, for a little while longer). I’m a couple of months older; she’s a month younger. We’re all Class of ’79. Our generation is getting its shot at the brass ring, we figure.
If I read the fine print on the USA Network ads correctly, Burn Notice returns this Thursday night. I’m having a hard time tracking down a return date for Law & Order: Criminal Intent, though. It’s not like I need any more shows to add to my schedule, but I get a charge out of Goran and Eames.
I edited the manuscript some more last night and this morning, did some more preparatory reading and wrote the first 3/4 of Chapter 3, so what I ultimately deliver to my editor on Friday will be about 3/4 of the total manuscript (instead of the requested 1/3). I’m nearing the 23,000 word mark, which is right on target for this point in the book. I’ll have three chapters left, plus a smattering of ancillary material. For a while I thought I might end up ditching one of the chapters, but I think I’m going to roll in right at the upper limit of 30,000 words.
The CBS Monday night comedies cracked me up as usual. Sheldon dangling from the rope at the end was priceless, and who’ll ever shake the image of Jake in a dress and wig? Looks like the guy with the lisp is going to become a semi-regular on Big Bang. How hard must it be to do that all the time? How often must he screw up and say the line right.
