Got in a brief visit with my Gran and Dr. Filk (who is some filking busy these days, what with recording and travelling) yesterday; listened to Juliana’s new album with my mother; collected a book and two maps of France / Paris; and then got home safe on the ferry. Jeff came and picked me up. I had a very relaxing weekend. Then I got up and tidied my room, as I damned near killed myself getting up in the night to let Eddie in.
To do: read the family history about the bookseller and antiquarian (and friend of Thomas Carlyle) Henry Wake. Make turkey soup. Email Anne and tell her to rearrange Friday’s lesson as I am going to be at the church gathering Friday night doing registration, or so I surmise. Work on Halloween costume which is work appropriate. And hack away at the 10 other projects nibbling at my conscience, and consciousness.
so, was the birthday present as bad as expected?
I’m proudly wearing it.
Response from LTGW: You’re FIFTY?
Me: Well, next month I am.
(For those not in on the joke, it’s a t-shirt that says IT TOOK 50 YEARS to look this GOOD.)