He lives!
Updating from the Mandolin Café in Tacoma.
Still no internet at the flat. This is causing quite a bit of consternation, but after spending almost two hours on the phone with EarthLink (sic) the last time, I'm loathe to call them again. Except, perhaps, to cancel service (sic) entirely. Even given the holidays, we should have gotten a call to schedule repairs sometime late last year.
Francine is on the other side of the café setting up a photo shoot with
singingbarista and Lisa sans LJ. A quasi-bluegrass ensemble is playing behind me, and I'm sharing the table with two students who appear to be working on a translation from Greek. I think I'm beginning to like this place. I could write here.
Too stupid-busy to update at work. One of our big recruiting efforts, the dreaded Catholic Schools Week, is coming up at the end of the month, and there's so much to do I'm frankly swamped. There are moments when I look at what I've yet to do, and when I've got to have it done, that I'm in near-despair. And then I remember what their recruiting looked like before I got there, and I don't feel nearly so bad.
Based on the ship date, I should have gotten the proofs for The King in Yellow today. I didn't. Given the nature of the postal service around here, I am unsurprised but disappointed.
Updating from the Mandolin Café in Tacoma.
Still no internet at the flat. This is causing quite a bit of consternation, but after spending almost two hours on the phone with EarthLink (sic) the last time, I'm loathe to call them again. Except, perhaps, to cancel service (sic) entirely. Even given the holidays, we should have gotten a call to schedule repairs sometime late last year.
Francine is on the other side of the café setting up a photo shoot with
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Too stupid-busy to update at work. One of our big recruiting efforts, the dreaded Catholic Schools Week, is coming up at the end of the month, and there's so much to do I'm frankly swamped. There are moments when I look at what I've yet to do, and when I've got to have it done, that I'm in near-despair. And then I remember what their recruiting looked like before I got there, and I don't feel nearly so bad.
Based on the ship date, I should have gotten the proofs for The King in Yellow today. I didn't. Given the nature of the postal service around here, I am unsurprised but disappointed.