The Count As Of Last Night...

1,321 words, and the second section of Chapter Four is done, which makes me feel good, though general exhaustion makes it highly unlikely anything similar will get pounded out tonight. This new POV character, made up maybe two months ago, is really starting to talk to me now--to become a person in his own right, regardless of plot considerations. And that’s always nice.

Cal, meanwhile, spent last night going up and down like a rocket almost even hour on the hour; Steve actually did more about it than I did, up to and including changing the world’s most crap-full diaper at 5:00 A.M. this morning. Which is just one of the many reasons I love him.

But then he had to hand it over to me and get off to work around 8:00, and the crap jsut kept on coming. Cal would have brief moments of "normalcy"--sticking out his tongue, grinning, crawling--before reverting to mask-faced sobbing and blast after blast of diarrhea. At one point tonight we were changing him every half-hour, with full bed-stripping and ritual swabbing of the plastic mattress with Lysol. This while the Dr Who pilot was on, no less...didn't stop us from loving the hell out of it, but it was a pretty close thing.

Anyways. Steve is back from a run to Dominion for binding vegetables, and I must break. Hope your (ie, everybody's) Tuesday was better than mine.