The guys have the dormers almost done, and R is sealing the logs. In other, writing-related news, I'm finished with the first four chapters of Redneckedness, and about to put together the proposal (hooray!).
Because both of these activities are nerve-wracking, I have taken out stock in Doritos, because nothing soothes a troubled soul like fake, powdery Nacho cheese . . .
Cauley of the Day (In honor of the new book): There's only three kinds of men in this world--the ones you play with, the ones you stay with, and the ones who just need killin'.