I had a really nasty depressive bout yesterday, but I managed to turn it around quick enough to conceive and compose a new non-furry short story.
This one is pretty good. It's about an out-of-work military contractor who has just come home from a long and pointless war with China. He receives help from an unlikely source: a magic 8-ball he found in the trash in Memphis, TN. I gave the story something of a sci-fi treatment including a divination machine that is closer to technological reality than you might think, and I think it turned out really well.
I will not be posting it here, as I intend to submit this one to some science fiction journals. One more for the submission queue at Analog, I guess (I've already got one I'm waiting to hear back from them about).