Back to China

The next morning I got up to get ready to go to China. Of course, that didn't go too well. I fell on my tush trying to get Aunt Margaret's dresser open. Note to self -- get a new dresser.
Of course, I had a lot to think about when I arrived there, and all of a sudden finding Qin Shan Hu's writings were further down the list. I don't like being distracted like this. I like having a clear mind.
Damn Andrew Cheesman! Damn Noah Plumb!
Just my luck, then, that just as I'm leaving for China, the publisher calls saying they want more revisions to "Interview with a Mummy."
Great.