And just to make life interesting—I just lost an hour’s work.

Blew up. Froze. If I’d not been so tired, if I’d had the sense God gave a newt, I’d have hand-copied, but the autosave hadn’t gotten it, and I’d pushed past tired to input the edits I wanted, freehand, no written record, OF course, and then the friggin’ TSR that almost all computer companies install to help us manage our lives (when I i-dee this ‘un I’m going to call Dell and light up somebody’s ear in technical support—froze my program. And blocked the autosave.

I can fix it. Tonight I am going to work a mighty slaughter among the renegade priests and undead, because I am in that kind of mood. Much too tired and much too ticked off to attempt that scene tonight. I’ll fix it in the morning. Fortunately the bones of the scene are NOT lost, just the fixes for problems I’d delicately put in.

Arrrgh.