Day Two

I'm thirty pages in, and I haven't had to cut myself short on sleep, although the housework's piling up a bit. Still not sure what I'm going to do with the baby, but the murderer has met his doom, although he doesn't know it yet.

Speaking of doom, today's Doonesbury, on why the loonie fringes eventually have to turn and move back to the centre. If *** actually ever managed to make it to the centre, he might be able to get himself crowned--I mean elected--without having to have machines vote for him.