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Scott didn't have to work late on Friday. He doesn't have to work this weekend at all. Unfortunately, there's likely to be a lot of overtime next week-- Basically, the overtime this weekend was called off not because the client the work was for no longer wanted the bottles but because the trucks needed to transport the bottles weren't available (this customer uses a different trucking company than most of the company's clients). Once there are trucks, they're going to be running these particular bottles like crazy, including on the weekends.

Cordelia's team won their game today. It was a very close game and was literally decided by a basket at the buzzer. Scott's parents came down for the game and for lunch before the game. We went to Cafe Marie. Cordelia has been reluctant to go there for reasons that make no sense to anyone but her, but she found plenty to eat. Unfortunately, although they had it on the menu, they didn't have Italian hot chocolate. Scott and I were looking forward to sharing a cup (there'd probably have been plenty in one cup for Cordelia, too).

After the game, the whole team went to the Washtenaw Dairy for ice cream. (Neither Scott nor Cordelia had ever been there. When I was in elementary school, we lived two blocks away, so we used to go there all the time. I remember saving my nickels to buy fudgesicles there.) The coach gave out participation certificates and said a little about how each girl had improved during the course of the season. The parents gave the coach, his wife and the assistant coach some gift cards, and there were flowers for the coach's wife. There's a game next weekend, but the coach can't be there.

From there, we crossed town to pick up the two dresses I'd ordered. I winced a bit at the price, but really, what else am I going to wear? It's not as if I can get these dresses anywhere else. The price reflects how hard it is to get attractive fabric these days. (I did a google search for "cotton interlock" and found lots of stuff that I would never, even when desperate, wear. I found a few things I'd consider wearing, but most of it would look awful on me.)

I'm still poking at chapter 22 of Rheotaxis. There are things I need to stick in at intervals to make the chapter work better, and they're hard to figure out. First I need to drop in some feminine body language for one character. She's the point of view character, however, and I'm not sure how much of what she does she'd notice. I may have to wait for most of it until the next chapter she's in, when I'm writing from someone else's point of view. The other thing I need to drop in is bits of body language for an alien that looks kind of-- but not exactly-- like a giant cricket. I've watched some cricket videos, but I'm hampered by the fact that the point of view character wouldn't know what most of the body parts are called. She'd definitely notice the alien moving around. This is the first alien she's ever encountered, and it's kind of scary. I'm also having a little trouble because I know (and the reader knows from a previous chapter) that this alien is female. My point of view character doesn't know that, and there's no reason it would come up, so she keeps referring to the alien as 'it' in her head. I don't like using 'it,' but the character would.

I have started chapter 23. It's not working quite right. Hopefully, I can fix that in editing once I have a draft. I suppose I'll see.