I'm up and have been so since eight-thirty. I was out of bed by nine, and then spent a bit of time futzing and finessing what I wrote yesterday. I smoothed out a LOT of stuff, removed some stuff and added some stuff and it then read very well to me. I didn't change one word of the last two pages of the book, because I thought I'd gotten it just right. Then I printed out the seventy-plus pages, Xeroxed them and brought them to Muse Margaret. Then I had some lunch - a patty melt and soup - picked up some packages, and came home. There was a message from Muse Margaret, which meant she'd already read the pages. I didn't listen to the message and I was quite nervous about what her reaction might be, as I always am. But I needn't have been - she loved the new pages, loved the penultimate chapter and loved the ending. She was very detailed, as always, about specific things she loved. She found some typos, and then there were three things that didn't feel right to her, small things, and she wanted me to add one tiny thing and embellish another. The three things she didn't feel were right were easy fixes and after she explained her reasons it was easy for me to see why. One of them was one of my favorite things from yesterday - something that made me laugh out loud for about ten minutes, but she felt it wasn't right for the character involved and once she said why I saw it instantly and cut it instantly. The other things were really simple to fix, just removing a line or two in two sections. I made the addition, did the embellishment and then called her back and read her those changes, which she was very happy with, and that's that.