Too late. To give any sort of worthwhile comments, just now. Though it's been a long, long time. Feeling tentatively accomplished and well-behaved and not too self-destructive, having finished the translations (for pay) AND the tax planner (not the ACTUAL 2009 planner, since I never received one from the CPA, but got all the information assembled & written down according to the 2008 one, & will call for the correct one tomorrow. When I will also atone for 3 days off severe manual labor by resuming scrubbing, scraping, patching, sanding, and painting the house. Scratches, bruises, injured elbow notwithstanding, because plants are growing, heat is rising (right; it always does--it is already in the mid 80's), and I WILL get closure on this project THIS year. And find something else to hang swordlike over my head. Novel one or novel two. Will start honing myself for a month (a MONTH) in Paris. Time--my time, especially--is a-wasting. Really, really wasting, and there is so precious little of it left, no matter how much that may be.