The Drowning CityFor those playing along at home, my edit letter had 17 page-specific things to clarify, and two scenes to rejig. (One to move, and one to essentially rewrite with more cowbell.) Tonight I got through the first five bullet points.
Today was a good climbing night. Not so much in accomplishment, but definitely in effort. I haven't been pushing myself bouldering lately, and I need to get over that. I noticed something interesting, though: I can hoist myself a tiny bit higher into a pull-up than some of the skinny babes who climb circles around me. So whatever my physical limitations are (namely lack of reach and core muscles made of tapioca and string cheese), upper body strength is not one of them. Hauling my manatee ass up walls is apparently paying off.
Allergies are so bad here that even Gretchen has them. I had to take her to the vet today because she clawed her face up rubbing her itchy runny eyes. Now she has a topical cream that makes green goo come out her nose, and benadryl.