By February 20th I have to edit and submit one story. The one thing I cannot do to save my life is tell a tale. If I was in Scheherazade 's place I would be dead meat the first night. As it is, if I don't submit a story I'll probably be a dead fish. Not a very appealing thought.
On a happier note I am very kicked. There was a random crossword puzzle being solved on the departmental ledge today. The clue was Evans, Sitwell and Piaf. Number of letters 5. With a D in the second place and a T in the fourth I came up with the name Edith. Which was very random but correct. So yippeehippee to you too.