I have not been writing. I should have known better than to expect an uninterrupted half hour a day at my computer while visiting my parents. I'd had great hopes for getting through the next few of my new draft while here, but the constant social whirl has gotten in my way. In the week and a half I've been here, there has been only one night that my parents haven't had guests or gone out to some social event or other, which I am also required to attend. When I complained, my mother said, "It's only the evenings!" You might think so, but it's amazing how a dinner party can cast its shadow over the entire day. Last night, for example, we had a few relatives around for dinner. When all was said and done, that meant 11 adults and Nova. My mother and I spent a good while in the middle of the day figuring out a menu, whether anyone else could be counted on to contribute, and going shopping, all the while speculating about whether certain people would or ...
