Entering the changes tonight or tomorrow should be a piece of cake, but I worried briefly because the story has ballooned from 4300 words to almost 6000. The new verbiage is all good and useful and supports the narrative, I swear. Everything has gone from "good and funny but obscure" to "finely honed yet over the top." The story's resonances are a lot tighter. Yes, it's a longer, but what the heck, it pays by the word. Dickens and Dumas were verbose bastards for a reason.
Anyway, to top off the week, my genius wife bought a digital crock pot. I didn't know quite what to make of the purchase. I mean, the thing has a label that reads Smart Pot™, and that just seems a little too close to the Internet-connected fridge for comfort. Well, consider me a believer. Tonight I came home to a house smelling of slow-cooked onions and paprika, and let me tell ya — a house with a chicken in the pot is a happy house.