One expects to get throughly soaked when one goes swimming. One expects it somewhat less on the walk home, especially when it was amazingly beautiful out when one *got* to the pool. :) The last 200 yards home I gave up on the poor wind-mangled umbrella entirely and just splooshed through the downpour. :)
They turned the temp down in the pool. Not quite enough, IMHO, but distinctly more than it had been, and it is *much* more swimmable now. I did 1500 yardsmeters and decided that was enough for somebody who had to walk home and try to do a great deal of writing today because she didn’t do any at all yesterday. o.o
Uh. Oh, hey, I went out and MET PEOPLE last night. Ted’s coworkers were doing a pub crawl and we went down and crawled with them, at least to a few. Learned there are in fact no trad music pubs in Cobh. :P Got my ear yelled in enough to actually make me start cringing at any high-pitched noise, so after that we headed out, but it was a lot of fun. Ted’s boss felt very strongly that I should really tie one on. *laugh* I, however, did not feel that I should do that, as having a hangover for three days when I have approximately one zillion words to write in the next 4-6 weeks would be extremely foolish. Anyway, very nice people, and it was fun to go out. :)
All right. I’ve got to eat something and then write until my little brain falls out of my little head.
Oh, but oh oh oh, Ardian sent me a rough idea for the first Chance cover, and OMG. *laugh* It’s great.
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_Food_. _Writing_. _Really_.
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