Wow.

I've suddenly realised something: I spent all day today working. Seriously-- like, oh, eleven hours or so. Minions and I got A LOT of corsetry done today, and I'm pleased. Which means one thing. Well, two, actually. Okay, technically three:

I can go to bed now.

I don't have to feel guilty about it.

I can sit in bed and work on my novel-- also guilt-free. Or read the amazing, witty, and wonderfully informative book I just got, Bill Bryson's "At Home: A Short History of Private Life." ( http://www.amazon.com/At-Home-Short-History-Private/dp/0767919386/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1296542833&sr=8-1 )

How...freeing!