Time Keeps on Slipping, Slipping…

Today it's hard to get moving. That's not helped by the fact that I slept till nearly noon, but I think the real problem is the heat.

It's 2200, and 91 degrees. Bleh.

I'm trying to do the final final edit on His Faithful Squire. It should be easy–I've been through it so many times I should be at the point of fixing punctuation and formatting and that's it. But there's a problem in the last big fight. It's not a big problem, but it's nagging at me. I understand the problem. I want to fix it. I j...