Editing in my sleep

Yes, dear readers, I'm awake.  It is 3:50 a.m. and I have been awake over an hour after waking from editing in my sleep.  No, it is not enough that I edit while I am awake, apparently my brain feels it must allocate precious sleeping hours to the task as well.

An update on the Title III -- it is now in one document, readable and sent to my fellow co-authors for revisions.  All revisions are due by 5:00 p.m. today (Saturday) and then I take all their thoughts, revisions, edits and comments, combine them into one document and return it to Linga for one last go-round.  After that it goes to my former boss for her reading pleasure (or not).  On Monday morning at 8:00, I find out whether this document will truly be turned in on Thursday. 

Honestly, it is 90% there.  It has taken blood, sweat and tears to get it there.  I worked all day yesterday getting it into an order and format that seemed to make the most sense.  There are only 50 pages to explain exactly what we will do, how we will do it, timeframe, how we knew what to do, who is in charge, who else is in charge, what money we need, why we need that amount of money and a bibliography of all sources for our document.

Believe it or not, we stand at 44 pages currently.

So although there is nothing for me to do now, my mind thinks otherwise.  Am Not Pleased.

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In other news around the nation, I've had a houseguest for a few days.  B, a coworker from my previous life, needed a place to stay while she was in FM.  She had other plans initially but for a plethora of reasons that aren't mine to share, she's stayed with me a few days.  I think she has had fun -- from my end, it has been nice to have someone to talk to at the end of each day.  Unfortunately, this was probably the worst week out of any week that I have had in the past year to have houseguests, what with all this grant writing madness going on.

Last night we went to a 50th birthday party for a friend of mine at a local establishment.  I am pretty sure this bar hasn't had that many people in it for many a year -- it was a madhouse and crazy busy.  A tiny place with a nice porch, it was good to have the overflow room.  Now that I think about it, it was probably a fire hazard but we had fun.

As for the kittens, they haven't seen much of me lately.  As I type here on the couch, Cleo sleeps next to me, just glad I am home.  A friend of mine lost her kitty, Harvey, this week.  He was probably 15 or so, but I knew Harvey and it saddens me he is gone.  Here's to hoping Harvey has lots of tuna in kitty-heaven.

I found out last week that a friend (34) has Stage II breast cancer and another friend's mother has Stage IV liver, pancreatic and bone cancer.  Adding to the tragedy (as if THAT weren't enough), this same friend whose Mom has cancer is 7 months pregnant with her first baby.  I don't know how many of my readers are those that pray, but please join me in sending prayers/good wishes/happy thoughts each of these women.  They are in my heart and prayers each morning and each night.