Yesterday, after basketball — which, contrary to my theory, did not sweat out this cold — I took a hot bath, did some reading, worked on the effing taxes, and cleared out some files. Here’s the thing on the files: for those of your who don’t know how publishing works, a publisher sends a royalty statement a couple of times a year. For each book. Including foreign editions. When I was a baby published writer I kept them all. A few years ago I started chucking them, after I glanced over them, because I realized they were useless, really. But I never cleaned out the files. I have fifteen published books and I’ve been published since 1994, in fourteen languages. I ditched eight inches of paper! Since the size of my tiny domicile can just about be measured in inches, this is major. Then I watched the Baylor/Mississippi State Women’s Elite Eight game and went to bed. This morning over my tea I looked through a gorgeous book on the work of Serizawa Keisuke (see below) which I’ve been telling myself for ages I was going to spend some time with. I may have to try this staycation thing for a few days every couple of months when I’m NOT sick.