Rabid Wolverines

 

 IT HAS BEEN A RABID WOLVERINE OF A DAY.*  I don't want any more days like this, okay?  Also I need more sleep.  Obviously I was having a Precognitive Night last night about the day to come because I kept shooting awake out of lurid and complex dreams, listening for the heavy wet squishy footfalls on the stairs and the low macabre rumbling noises and the awful smell and . . .  

            So I've had three, not one, not two, but three significant publishing traumas today, for each of which p...