Oh, hand me down my riding cane

So. Now that the week is almost over . . .

This weekend was a whirlwind of excellent company and excellent food. I read books in oldcharliebrown's office, attended the all-dancing, all-singing Jewstravaganza in Bethesda with strange_selkie and darthrami, and saw an incredible exhibit on the British, French, and Indian War with my best cousin ever rushthatspeaks. I was introduced to Hard Times chili and the D.C. Metro system and oldcharliebrown's wife. I had to lock my door with a sock because one of three cats invariably insisted on climbing onto my head whenever I went to bed.* There were flowering trees everywhere. I partook of the tasty bread and the world's best cinnamon buns. There was a dinner party worthy of the name. I stayed up far too late in conversation, which I suppose makes a sort of homage to the days when I lived a few doors down from strange_selkie and she thought I was a ghost; I loved Peter Pan (2003) and ran for the train and had a conversation with a man who travels every other week to Singapore; I didn't catch up nearly as much with either strange_selkie or darthrami as I would have wanted, which means that I will simply have to return. And I slept the next night on a very comfortable couch in shirei_shibolim and terriqat's apartment, and attended the first half of a concert in Hartford, and came home on the bus, and contemplated not moving for a day.

Which I could not do, because I have deadlines: but as the result of one of them, my story "Odd Sympathy" will be appearing in Sirenia Digest this month. It was written for coffeeandink and contains clockwork. The calculations of mathesis indicate that today would be a favorable day to subscribe.

Excuse me while I proofread.

*Actually, the presence of cats was one of the underlying highlights of the visit. I was born into a household with three cats and a mother whose allergies eventually meant she couldn't be in the same room as someone with cat hair on their clothes; I have had to avoid them for too many years. This weekend, I could settle down to read on the couch and not need to shove off the cat who had wandered over wondering if my hands were edible. Yes, Benjy and Greg, I'm looking at you.