Owen Meany

Such a night, talking with and hearing a young man's heartache and confusion. His family has fallen to bits and he needed a place to be in a fast way...a safe place. I've known him for years and his family as well. I feel sadness for his parents and brother, but more concern for him. We talked and he formulated a few plans, regained some focus and I'm grateful that we could offer him refuge for a day or so. 

Daughter is doing significantly better. 

Working on getting a project furthered somehow for a someone, spoke with a newspaper editor referred by a newspaper editor. It just remains to be seen if someone still wishes to pursue said venture.

Finished reading Owen Meany in the wee hours. 

Unbelievable. 

How incredibly powerful this story is. 

So many hauntingly beautiful and searingly painful parts of this book. 

I'll write more later. 

Now I have to pretend to be a mortal again and attend to the business of running an office.

House making progress, daughter repainted parts of her room, more carpet cleaned, we'll be rehoming the smaller, terrible dachs who should really be living a life as a boob pet. 

Now, on to taxes.