Admittedly, the last three hours of it were my local writing workshop, which I love, but still, that counts as work. (Side note: awesome workshop tonight -- we had our full complement for a change, and I think we gave pretty awesome critique to pieces that were already very promising. Go, us!)
Now TIRED. Going to go crash like a big crashing thing, try to catch eight hours of sleep. And then go go go again.
(If I survive this week without missing any deadlines, I am rewarding myself with _How the Light Gets In_ this weekend. I will lie in bed and read, and the kids can lie on top of me and watch tv, and it will all be splendid.)