Draft submission day is just a few days away. It's going to be incredibly close. I wish I'd given myself a few days more. I wish I had been able to do more while I was in New York on HBO duty last week. I wish I hadn't been sick for the last couple of weeks. I wish I hadn't spent a week staring at the computer in a catatonic stupor. But it is what it is. I have no idea if I'll make the deadline. I have no idea, if I do make the deadline, whether what I submit will be any good (although I suspect strongly it won't be). Still ... onward.