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Two or three days ago, the publisher sent me new page proofs. These aren't to submit new changes, as that part is over, but to see if the corrections I previously submitted were actually done to my satisfaction. I got out my list and looked it over and notified them it was good. Now, I wait for the process to be started concerning cover design. I'm particularly looking forward to this as the cover must grab readers. If it doesn't grab me, it may not grab anyone else...

I decided it was best to stay in town this Easter season as my mother's new job would mean she wouldn't even be there most of the weekend. Of course, my father would be just as busy as you'd think so it would mainly be just me and Susie. I miss her but, while she's a good listener, she's not much of a conversationalist...They sent me a Easter Basket, sans basket already anyway.

This gave me the opportunity to go to my church's Maunday Thursday potluck supper. After we ate, we had a traditional communion and Tenebrae service. I had never done something like that before. I had the opportunity to talk to people that I don't usually talk with and eat some really great food. My Caesar salad apparently was a hit as there was only about a serving left to take back home. I had also two kinds of mac and cheese (Did I mention kids were there?), a salad with lettuce, walnuts and goat cheese with a raspberry vinaigrette, chili, asparagus and honey meatballs. (Those were awesome...) For dessert, which they really didn't give you time to eat before starting the service, I had cheesecake. (Actually, every so often, I snuck bites...) At one point, the pastor left the room to hide "Christ's light" and banged a pot to signify Christ dying. At this point, a girl, who I thought was 9, sitting near me turned to her mother and asked if the pastor was all right. It took all my self-control not to crack up.

Yesterday morning/afternoon, my co-workers invited me to share pizza with them. I had a good time hanging out with them, eating Girl Scout cookies (C'mon! They were Peanut Butter Patties! You can't turn those down!) and discussing how reality TV sucks and Lost. It was great.

It was so cold out there when I went to the bank this morning. There's this wind that almost blew me over several times. Of course, this mainly happens when I'm about to cross the street so I had this fear of being blow into the street and getting nailed by a car. Fun stuff there!


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