Acknowledgements are gonna be hard. I've got to cut several pages of appreciation to a cast of dozens down to a reasonable snip. Gotta include DH. Gotta include the Puddletown Press. Gotta include alpha and beta readers and Copy editors and the cheering squad and . . .
Meanwhile, DH spent all day Sunday in bed, Then got up on Monday and went to work like the hero he is. He took left-over oatmeal cookies to the locusts, and tells me they were gone by lunch time. He told the locusts about the chocolate cupcakes, but refused to take any in to share with them.
I have a starter fermenting on top of the fridge and am going to make another shot at bread baking today - using Alton Brown's cookbook. TW has told me though, that some people who are otherwise excellent cooks just can't do yeast. Evidently that single-celled organism senses the cook's anxiety and uncertainty and reacts badly. Well, since I am not otherwise an excellent cook, I may very well stand a chance of making friends with the yeast beasties. At least I'm gonna try. And if I have another failure, the birds and squirrels in the back yard will celebrate, so it's an ill wind that blows no good.