... but only just. For all of this week and half of next week, I attend all-day meetings by day, do the reading and note-taking for said meetings in the early evening, and attend to my real job and one of my side income projects (now badly overdue) after dinner, which is currently a can of soup and a piece of toast.
Today, a day 'off', I'm sitting at home in my dressing gown catching up on some of this stuff before I go on an urgent supermarket run. Once this mad fortnight (which culminates in a trip to Sydney for the various functions associated with this book) is finished, the weekend after next, I will report back on the vice-regal do and then write a post I've been planning ever since veteran gold-class blog commenter Nabs linked to a stunning Youtube in the comments a few posts ago and Helen of the Cast Iron Balcony picked it up and posted it -- you can watch it here -- about pianos.
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In which the lettuce returns to the fray, wilt gone ...and it's all
reptiles on deck, including Lord Downer and the Caterist, not to forget Our
Henry entirely ...
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It's back on ...
Forget King Donald and his obsession with Iceland (Greenland too), at last
there's a local ruckus worth following, what with the le...
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2 comments:
Ooh, ooh - shoot me an email about getting together for at least a coffee while you're in town? (the anthology sounds scrumptious, too)
Excellent, will do.
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