Though copyediting on my father's

Though copyediting on my father's book is around the corner, today I've finally put my nose back into my non-fiction book. Finally, finally, finally.

First order of business was--I cut 27 pages. 27 pages for now anyway. Who knows what else is doomed? I fear that every time I make a change to this book it becomes less "saleable." But I only fear that because it's getting better. It's getting to what I consider better.

I however, love books that come with a comb for no reason. (MsSweeney's Issue 16)

Everything I cut had to do with the specifics of dieting. Some of it even used the word "YOU." I hate that. Why did I do that? I don't know, but good riddance. "YOU" is a diet book word. Unless of course I'm using it to put YOU in MY shoes. But it wasn't being used in that way and so it's gone, gone, gone. Some of it was funny. Some of it was informative. Overall it was anchoring my book to the bottom of a shit pond.

Anyhow! Tomorrow is E's birthday and we're going to Cracker Barrel and IKEA. Tonight it's who knows where and Target, compliments of E's mother.

We're starting to buy things for the apartment. Stuff that won't over-fill the truck or break on the journey. But it will be nice to get to Florida and have a few things already, like say... a coffeemaker.

I bought a coffeemaker yesterday. One that you push your mug against to dispense--like a soda fountain. It seems nice. Hope it works well. Guess I'll find out in September.

You might laugh. But what if I got to Florida and couldn't have coffee? Exactly. What then?