Still sifting the library, knee deep in small children and the hideously-accumulated errors of the catalogue. No doubt I am adding yet another set of inconsistencies and typos.
The errors pursued me into the picayune literary magazine which is in editing, and throve exceedingly. So preoccupied did I become with formatting (but how did that paragraph get condensed?) that I mislaid an apostrophe. Oh the shame. And now it is too late, I see yet another formatting error. Luckily the infants will not know that a specific word was meant to be bolded. Stop fussing, stupid: time for the blind man on a galloping horse to be invoked.