Okay, so DEEP DISH fell off the New York Times list for the coming week. I'm a big girl. I can take it. We were on for four weeks, so it was a nice ride. And I accomplished my goal--making the printed list at #13.

And while we're on the subject of goals, I basically reached my stated page quota for the day--only it was nine pages instead of ten. But it was a chapter, and I finished it, and now, I'm back in the saddle again with THE FIXER UPPER. Yippee-Cay-Yi-Yay. Of course, the whole motivation for reaching my page quota is so that the posse can go junking on Friday. See, there are these two rockin' estate sales tomorrow...