Not a whole lot more is going to get progressed on today, either, ’cause first is the farmers’ market and next is the Springsteen concert. Not that those are a bad way to spend a day. :) – finish AFTERMATH conversions – send AFTERMATH to bloggers – get “Band-Aids & Bog-Men” ready to send – email madame agent – pcon website – last kickstarter short story – laundry (again) – floors – get a swiffer, a battery for the scale, a mattress, a skip – email list – make an…
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BYD review
I don’t normally link to reviews, but then, I don’t normally have a limited edition collection of short stories that I’m all nervous about coming out, so I shall point you at this review of BABA YAGA’S DAUGHTER, which is generally a nice one. The reviewer had a completely legitimate problem with one of the stories–I sort of never imagined people who hadn’t read the Negotiator Trilogy would be reading BYD, and the story the reviewer was uncertain about is the flip side of something that happens in the trilogy.…
funny husband :)
Last night we went over to my Mom and Dad’s so Ted could mow their lawn, an activity which Dad supervised/kept him company during, depending, I suppose, on how you want to interpret it. :) Anyway, when he was nearly done, Ted said, “So, Mr. Murphy, I was wondering if it would be okay if I dated your daughter…” *laughs right out loud* Dad said he’d think about it and let Ted know after he mowed the lawn next week. *laughs more* But then after Ted carried out three bags…
so very many thinks
in no particular order – pcon website – last kickstarter short story – laundry – floors – make soup – get a swiffer, a battery for the scale, a mattress, a skip – email list – make an CSOR banner ad – put away baby clothes – contact landlord to come take away the freezer – a thousand other things as they occur
we home safe.
After what was admittedly the smoothest, fastest possible series of flights from Alaska to Dublin–a mere 13 hours in the air, with 1-hour layovers in Minneapolis and JFK, so we basically were getting off one plane and on another–we are home, and completely wrecked. Even the fastest possible flight times is a lot of hours, and we had to get up at 3am to start. Which would have been awful enough, but poor Young Indiana got excited the night before when he saw the suitcases, and although he went to…