Went to bed early enough that I actually got more or less enough sleep despite night terrors, feel a bit better. Sore & achy, though.
Things are going to slow down shortly, between that & the coming cold, I'm hoping to get some more serious writing done. Hoping I can slow down enough myself for that to be feasible, we'll see, I guess.
"There's nothing left, there's nothing right, all that was right is now gone. All there is left to do is cry. And cry. And cry. And cry. And cry. And cry."
Collected more books to release, at Cooley Dick, maybe.