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And this morning, I got up at a (relatively) early hour for me, showered, waited until my hair was mostly dry, then got gussied up for a luncheon with Mitt Romney and about a thousand other people. So that was cool. Considering the fact that he's probably not swinging through Utah again (because seriously, if he gets less than 70% of the vote in this state, I will be surprised), it was kind of a neat opportunity. We ate chicken and listened to a speech and it was a very pleasant experience.

I nearly wore my rhinoceros jewelry (because I like it) and then remembered at the last minute what RINO means and decided to go with the elephant bracelet and earrings instead. Also, how women can wear four-inch heels and not die of pain is truly beyond me.

But I got 400 words written on the train (because like hell did I want to drive all the way downtown in four-inch heels with a stick shift and try to park), so that was a good thing. At least, it was a good thing once I figured out that the scene I'd planned was lame and came up with something better by the simple expedient of shooting my protag. Shut up. I haven't shot a protagonist in fiction I'm going to sell in ages.

I really need to finish this damn thing. I don't have a WotF entry for this quarter yet and the deadline is the 30th.