The rain has stopped. Laurel is out. Hardy and everyone else is inside, huddled together like family should. We have no more plans today. Tomorrow, the print proof of the crappy version of The roses of solift will be ready for me to check.

I am not sure why I want to print that story version: it is so preachy it induces almost vomiting.

Sigh.

Anyway, I am getting just 10 copies, about 110$ with taxes.

It is super expensive, i know and I feel foolish for investing in printing this religious crap.