I have spent several days at my desk, grinding through the chapters I have finished editing to ensure they're ready to go to the author. If I do say so myself, I have actually made the book readable; when I got the manuscript, it was incomprehensible.

Author says he thinks at some point it was fed through some kind of text-management software and then revised by a French-speaking person who knew nothing about the Canadian Army. Knowing what I do about some government employees and their regard for the quality of written English, I think he may well be right. He's not even looking at the version I was given to work from but just reading my rewrite and adjusting for what he knows that I don't.

I'm beginning to wonder if I should be looking for more than a production credit on this job.

Himself went back to the gym for the first time since the lockdowns began in March. Users have to book their time, so the place does not get crowded, and the showers and saunas are closed, but at least the weights and cardio equipment are available. I think I should follow his example; the pool at the Y remains closed with no forecast for re-opening, and I'm getting fat and even creakier than previously. The stationary bike is less than ideal, but at least it will not add to the embuggeration of my poor feet.