I just got a rejection for a short story and a shortlisting for a novella within ten minutes of each other. This is after weeks of nonactivity in my inbox, and the two markets involved could not possibly be more unalike. Just one of those things, I guess. Maybe I will get a third email with an acceptance in a few minutes.
My short but lovely spring break is over. I have to work tomorrow--although I do have Saturday off, so I have a real weekend for a change! I intend to work in the garden. I started getting it ready yesterday and did a little more work today before the rain set in. Yardwork is a great way to discover that you're in terrible shape; after a few minutes with the hoe, my arms feel like limp noodles, and today my muscles are gently but persistently sore. I guess that's good for me.