considerably more functional

I’m considerably more functional today, though still tired. I went to bed at nine something last night and was awake long enough to wonder if the little clock ticking would bother me, to think, “Nah,” and then I was totally out. Tuesday/Wednesday was a veeeeery long day. And I didn’t get up until after ten, which I haven’t done in a very long time indeed. *laugh* I woke up in time to hear Dad say what sounded like, “The Pirate’s Genological Society is meeting tomorrow,” and after a few moments I translated that into “The Irish Genological Society,” which is what he’d really said, but I was quite taken with the Pirate’s Genological Society idea. :) Right after that they decided it was time for me to be awake (you’d think that people who lived with me in my teen years would be warier about trying to wake me up) and gently called my name (“Caaaatie! Oooh, Caaaatie! Are you awaaake?”) up the stairs. Fortunately for them I was awake. :)

So yesterday I hung out with the fambly. Deirdre and I went out to her place in Blackrock and ran some errands (or walked them, more accurately), and when we got home Deirdre estimated we’d walked probably 5ish miles. I’d thought it might’ve been that far, but I’d also decided maybe I just thought it was that far because I was very tired, so I’d had to ask. :) While we were out–I’d been here about six hours–she said to me, “So! How do you like living in Ireland so far?” *laugh* :)

My nephews are pretty charming. Breic, apparently, upon being told what the inset round lights in their new house were, looked sly and said, “Are those the wights of the Wound Table?”

He’s NOT YET THREE, for God’s sake! Who ever heard of a 3 year old making puns, anyway?! His daddy had been reading stories about King Arthur to him, and so he knew about the Knights of the Round Table, but for heaven’s sake! He’s not even three yet!

Seirid, who is approaching a year old, has no words yet, but he’s very good at grunting and growling. :)

Okee. Mom and I are going to go forth and get lost find a coffee shop with early morning hours so I know how to get somewhere to go write in the mornings, and then in the afternoons I’ll look for places to live. That’s my plan. :)

miles to Mount Doom: 205