On another note:

I mailed my manuscript off today to a freelance editor, who is going to take a look at it and tell me whether it's 1) a well-written piece of schlock that's fixable, 2) a poorly written piece of schlock that should be hurled with great force, 3) absolute perfection, or 4) something in between all of the above. 

It's a murder mystery, fun, funny and macabre. My protagonist is a 50-year old blonde, daughter of Viking stock who used to clean houses for a living, and now she's a P.I. Once I get the synopsis written, I think I'll post it here and hope for comments. The synopsis is the hardest thing to write, harder than the other 67,000 words I put to paper. I've written one version, but it really sucks and I have to go all the way back to Square One.

In other news, Snoopy is doing really well. His encounter with the door did not bother him, or his broken leg.

Later.