They came all the way from America

Gosh. My proofs are here already. I had counted on being housebound all day, but not so; so now of course I don't quite know what to do with myself. I know something of what I have to do, but that's not quite the same thing.

In answer to your other question, I feel better this morning, thanks. Except for just not wanting to get out of bed. At all. I woke up at half five, and grudgingly forced myself to rise three hours later...

Still. Up now, okay now. I should probably make lists, or something. Weighed lists: I think I have a 10k allowance for my carry-on baggage, and the proofs will account for 2k of that. Add a kilo for the laptop and then whatever the camera weighs, and a book, and the teddy bear, and...

Well. Actually I'll be fine, of course, but right now I'm fretting.

In other news, will a UK battery charger work in France, if I plug it in via a regular UK/European plug adapter? I realise suddenly that I do not know...

Bad Chaz, no biscuit

I am a most dishonest creature. I just promised the boys I should send them sunshine from Provence, and, y'know. That doesn't actually lie within my gift, even if there is any to be sent.

This time, in forty-eight hours. Provence. The thought keeps me going, somewhat.

Here, now, it is Vile Wet out there. I have done that classic thing, of going into town all unexpectedly and justifying it to myself by doing half an hour's work at the Lit & Phil, and then walking home all through my long retail route without actually buying anything because, y'know, Provence; and then getting home and remembering all those things that yesterday I thought I might buy in town only I couldn't because I had to stay in for FedEx.

Like, holiday socks. Assuming it's not too sunny for socks, it's good to have holiday socks.

Still'n'all. No matter. I'm not going out again, anyway. Not in that. Vile wet. I shall stay home and exhibit virtue, and finish faffing with this here book proposal and send it away to my agents who are doubtless agog. *nods*

Also, I have cover art for Desdaemona, though I can't show it to you yet. What I can do, I can point you at the pre-order page for Hidden Cities, so you-all can admire the art for that...

Just call me Fagin

Heh. Mac thinks he's so utterly baaad, stealing a mushroom from the unattended box.

Little does he know that I left the box unattended deliberately, to facilitate the crime.

I am engaged in trying to eat everything, before I go away: which is why I had sossidge-and-egg-and-mushrooms for lunch, and still there are mushrooms, which is why I left the box open prior to making pasta for tea. That will be pasta with onions-and-garlic-and-chilli-and-peppers-and-cream-and-smoked-salmon-and-mushrooms. And-broccoli. Maybe it'll be nice?