I had a dream last night that somehow, I accidentally quit my current job to go work at my old job again. Except instead of working for my old boss, I was working for an editor who'd replaced her. My old boss was still there, in a different position I guess, or maybe I was just assisting a different editor. New boss was very different from old boss -- she wore shapeless, dowdy outfits and reminded me of someone who'd teach piano lessons in her living room. But she was still useless, incompetent, and felt it was perfectly reasonable to ask me to transcribe her edits from paper to computer because she didn't know how to do that. Anyway, it was a horrible, sick feeling and as I sat in a meeting, I kept muttering to the girl next to me, "Why the hell did I do this? I actually liked my other job. What was I thinking?"

So I guess that's my way of saying I don't miss publishing at all.