Sigh. Wake up – can’t talk. Growl and gurgle at cats until some semblance of vocal production returns.

I discovered, to my immense annoyance, as I was proof-reading another contract last night, that we have no corrector fluid. No Liquid Paper. No corrector tape. Anywhere. I deliberately hid the corrector tape from my klepto-like husband who walks off with supplies and loses them somewhere (probably the same place my cat hides pretty sparkly things she finds), and he apparently found it because it’s not there any more.

Why is this a Bad Thing? This is a Bad Thing because I was given hard copy to edit. In future, I will make a photocopy and scribble on that, because I obviously can’t be trusted with an original. At least, not after an eleven-hour day in retail.

I will go to work early and make use of the corrector fluid there. Ha.