This weekend I'm getting a reprieve -- a much needed opportunity to work uninterrupted on a number of projects I'm behind. The two main priorities are No Tell Motel galleys and The Bedside Guide to No Tell Motel -- The Second Floor. This is always the case for me -- I decide to do things and underestimate how much time is necessary and I'm always short on time. Sometimes the excitement of a project finally reaching fruition is overshadowed by exhaustion. It shouldn't be that way.

So this weekend, the only recreation I'll allow myself is a brief shopping trip on Friday afternoon and Dr. Phil on TiVo -- but I can work on galleys at the same time -- I only need to hear his smooth reasonable Texas drawl.

Well, I'll probably go out and take a walk too, if the weather permits. I haven't been doing that recently. You see, my neighborhood is being plagued by a steak knife-wielding wacko. In the last month he's attacked 5 women within a half mile of my home including sexually assaulting of a teenage girl several hundred yards from my front door. It's unsettling to see one's street sign on the evening news and front page of locals newspapers. The last incident got a lot of press coverage and there haven't been any additional reports -- that doesn't make me feel much better. I don't believe people like that can just stop, they might be able to take a break, but they don't just stop -- they have to be stopped.

So I'm sitting around waiting for him to be stopped.

That's the news from me. Busy and uneasy about leaving the house.