Yet another reason I don't like winter

When mom and dad were walking to the van, dad slipped and fell on the ice. He hit his head (he's fine; mom took him to the ER to make sure).

So of course when we went over to see them, I greeted him with, "Hey dad--" *holding up hands* "--you're supposed to catch yourself with these, not your head." ;-)

I can't wait until this crud melts.

In writing news, the screenplay is down to 122 pages. Sometime later this week I'm going to go over it with Chris and see what he thinks about it, and then it'll be time to print it out and send it off.