Reading your editor’s handwriting.
At least everyone is done throwing up. (How’s that for inviting the universe to smack you one?)
If I can get these revisions done by tonight, I can put the manuscript in the mail tomorrow and it’ll arrive at Norton on Monday when I do. Otherwise I’ve got to put it in my carry-on when I fly up Sunday night (I never check bags if I can help it), and then I’ll have room for the manuscript, one pair of clean underwear, and not a lot else. Certainly not the shoes I bought JUST to wear in New York.
Time to get back to work. But in close, here’s something you DON’T want to see your editor write in the margin: