I'm swamped.

I'm looking around the house and seeing everything that needs to be done and I just cringe. I suppose that I'd better prioritize what needs doing: laundry and dishes being top priority. I'd like to work on Turnabout chapter 9; I got an idea for a wicked twist last night and I want to write it up. But the housework is making me feel guilty so off I go to soap-and-water land instead. I'll be back later with more news.

Oh, still can't get my response to Roger Ebert's scathing review of Thunderbirds (and more importantly, its fans) into the man's inbox. I'll try again later this afternoon and if not then, tomorrow.