Tired, tired Kitling this morning. This swimming thing, expenditure of energy. Tires a person right out. Not even enough brain to write anything, apparently. Heh. :) Mom’s going to Ireland! In two weeks, for two weeks, with her brother Packy! Lucky Mom!
Sigh
All I really objected to was the leap from me not particularly minding to the fact that Quidditch scoring makes no sense to “. . . the best way to put it is that if Kit were to write SF, she would not write hard SF.” What the one has to do with the other seems to me to be up there with what my last name has to do with my husband’s for insurance purposes. I will grant you that I’m not wildly *inclined* to write hard SF, but…
swimming
swam: 2750 yards watched: Buffy
gawd
Gawd, I think I’ve already spent about 10 hours this week in meetings, and it’s only Tuesday afternoon. Actually, it’s more like five, but still. Sheesh.
consulate
Trip and my cousin Kerry reminded me yesterday to call the Irish Consulate in San Francisco, which I didn’t do yesterday, but I did today, and I left a message for Lisa Whyte (however her last name is spelled) asking what the status of the citizenship paperwork was, since it’s been 3 months since I last talked to her and she’d said it would be “a few weeks’ then. And the answer was, nothing’s changed, but she called me back within five minutes, which surprised me enormously. That’s the first…