So that was my day yesterday.
I think Hobkin knew that I was feeling terrible. He spent all of yesterday curled up with me, even when I knew I had to be overheating him with my feverishness. 'Course when I'm burning up with a fever, having a furry, heat-radiating lumpkin at my side was a little sweltering, but still, it was nice having him there. And fosteronfilm was an excellent nurse. He brought cooling relief in the form of chilled soda cans to have me hold and apply to my forehead, and he brought me soup. My hubby and skunkie love me.
I queried a submission I had with Vestal Review since April. Their response: "We have replied to all April submissions This means your story was rejected." Humph. They didn't answer the salient question I asked: "Did you receive it?" *grumble grumble* Fine. Next market!