The Old Man Is Snoring

Yep, it's raining. No, no mud slides. We live on bedrock, people; it just happens to sit on a precarious angle. No worries. But we are suffering from colds. And Boo-Boo Head is sleeping, thankfully, after a series of restless nights that have picked away at his pretty personality. Unfortunately, I am up. I am consiidering going back to sleep, but it would mean he would naturally have to wake up then. So now, I have to bite the bullet and stop reading books (some good ones - I recommend "The Book of Ruth" by Jane Hamilton or "A Map of the World" by thhe same person - but only iif you like sprawling, tragic stories with a glimmer of redemption at the end) and start editing mine. Yes, that heap of words I pushed together in November. I promised myself I would edit it and make it readable in 2005, so I need to start. Problem is, I don't know how to start, not with something this big. I figure I have to just go back, re-read it (shudder) and tweak it it, bit by bit. Wish me luck.