Nine Thousand Four Hundred Ninety-Four Days is published.

In other news, I twisted my knee today while carrying a case of wine, which I bought for our picnic next weekend. I thought to myself, hey–if this were a century ago, they’d tell me to drink the wine to fix my knee. Also, it is very difficult to climb stairs in an ankle-length flowy skirt without bending your knees.  Glad I wasn’t wearing hoop skirts.  Or a corset.  I suppose if I had a corset, I could have MacGyvered it into a splint of some sort.