Bloogh. Don’t feel so good. This is because I haven’t eaten anything worth mentioning since yesterday afternoon (a bowl of ice cream does not count as dinner). Gonna go make pancakes or something nice for my poor worn-out hubby in a few minutes, though.
The dog was not out of water, though she drank so much cool fresh water when I got home that she didn’t even want to finish her dinner. *laugh* Ted didn’t get out of court until 5:30 or so, and didn’t make it home til after midnight, I think (I was in bed by then), but the cop in the case was sympathetic and apparently got the judge to agree to a lesser charge than the one they were prosecuting him for in the first place, so he ended up with a €100 fine and all is well. We’re glad about that.
The internet has spoken (although I did not consult dearinter.net), and everyone (including the to-be-abandoned husband) thinks the concert is worth going to. Ted, in fact, voted for the ‘abandon husband for 72 hours & stay in Dublin to collect Geni’ option, so I’m working on getting a ticket (an excellent one, in fact), will borrow keys to my sister’s house from my parents, stay there Saturday and Sunday night (this will come as a surprise to her, as she’s off learning Irish and step, or maybe set, dancing, and gets back sometime Sunday), and will collect Geni on Monday morning and haul her down to Cobh. :)
Oh oh oh!
I think I ended up with about 12 pages of handwritten book over the last two days. The train home last night was so hot and crowded I just stared out the window instead of trying to get anything done, ’cause I couldn’t think, so I lost out on 3 hours of writing time there, but that’s ok. I think 12 pages is about 3600 words, but finding out will be somewhat complicated, ’cause I don’t expect to do a direct transcription, and I have no intention of counting them all. :) This, however, may be a method of writing I should consider for the summer months, because it means I can be outside in the merry sunshine *and* productive. It’s not as fast as typing, but OTOH, if I’m actually willing to do it, that’s much better than staring grumpily at the computer for hours on end. Plus paper->pixel transcription will end up with a solid second draft level of material, so yeah, this might work. Writing in the summertime is *hard*!
…hm. Don’t feel as if today’s going to be a day in which I’m going to get a lot of work done. I need to shop, and I’m thinking of going into Cork to get veggies, and I need to go to the bank to wire money. Huh. Well, I suppose we’ll see what happens. :)
miles to Isengard: 195
Well this is probably useless ’cause you’re most likely already in town and maybe even on your way back home, but if your in town and hungry at about 4 o’clock I’ll be going to lunch, so if you would like to go to a late lunch?
If not, bah, I don’t mind. The comics will send my brain to mush …
I am in fact not in town or even on my way to town! I haven’t gotten my act together that far. How about lunch tomorrow?
I was just about to bounce and say ‘Sure!’ except then I remembered that it’s the last week of the month. Orders consume my life the last week of the month.
How about’Next time’. ‘Next time’ is always a good time.
Okay! Probably not next week (though I’ll stop by and say hi next week) ’cause I’ve got a friend in town, but how ’bout the 10th? :)
Sure I’ll do lunch. But if I fall asleep halfway through shaking your hand, it’s not you. It’s me. Sunday will be my second day of getting up at 0330. :)
(e-mail rec’d and replied to, btw.)
oh my gawd! If you want to have lunch another time when you don’t have to get up in the middle of the night, I’ll quite understand! Gah!
No, it’s good. Just let me know the time and place, and be prepared to excuse me for not being a scintillating conversationalist. :)