The light problem is fixed. New 60-watt bulbs bathe the living room in light. David Lynch has packed his cameras, claiming that he's done all he can do for the time being.
Good news: The good folks running the show at Pocket Books/Simon & Schuster have finally deigned to send me money in exchange for the book I've written for them. I'm not sure, but I think the title has already been abbreviated from "After the Martian Apocalypse" to "Martian Apocalypse," which is actually much better.
Support our troops; bring them home immediately.
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