The delivery I was waiting for (my bath lift! I can shower every day again! People around me will be so pleased) arrived early. I wonder if I should go and try and work at the library. I'm not achieving much here. On the other hand, many more books here. I shall try another hour or so.
The minutiae* of being a researcher. It's ridiculous.
*My CD-ROM Oxford English Dictionary is a dyslexic writer's dream come true.
Oooooh, happy birthday, omnis!!
Birthday Happies, omnis!!
Happy belated birthday, lovely Sail!
Happy birthday, Omnis!
(I misread - Omnis' birthday is actually tomorrow. Is it tomorrow somewhere? Maybe I can pull it off if I say I was going by the Australian clock or something.)
No matter. I fully endorse celebrating birthdays for at least a week.
(I misread - Omnis' birthday is actually tomorrow. Is it tomorrow somewhere? Maybe I can pull it off if I say I was going by the Australian clock or something.)
It's been tomorrow here for 45 minutes now. Or, more accurately, it's been yesterday there for 45 minutes now.
Happy birthday, Omnis! Sorry I had to throw you in the Brig!