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It turns out the good reason to not have Pop Tarts for lunch was that Mom had made pea soup and I was waiting to have *that* for lunch. It was very good pea soup.

I had several funny–well, mildly amusing–ok, boring as hell–things to relate, but in the end I can tell they must’ve been boring because I can’t actually think of any of them now.

We stopped by Chapters in Dublin Saturday, where I signed the books they had there, so if anybody in Dublin needs a signed copy of any of my books, well. You know where to get them. And we saw Pádraig, to whom I had to confess forgetting his bookmarks yet again, in exchange for which he refused to give me the really very decent pen they’d lent me to sign the books with. :)

Oh thank goodness, it’s dinner time, I don’t have to try to think up anything clever now…

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