I boiled away my oatmeal water again this morning. Then I called it quits and toasted the last english muffin instead. Far less dangerous. Toaster turns itself off.

The story from hell needs only a minor edit. Minor, minor, minor, last pass for useless words. I will then finalize the ms format and prepare (tah-dah!) zee cover letter.

And in the collective gasp from those in the know, I nod. Yes. I'm really going to send a story out. Yes. I finally think one is good enough.

Froggie