Hi, Karl!
I have a little over an hour before the pickup window for the car service that will take me to the Hyderabad airport. I fly out late evening, and after about 22 hours, I should land in San Francisco on Sunday morning. If I have the ability to be upright, I plan to do laundry and get some groceries because I haven't had fresh fruit and vegetables all week. I'll probably take Monday off to recover from jet lag.
I thought about maybe sightseeing with a colleague today, but I pretty much slept in all morning and have been watching Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries this afternoon while packing up my stuff.
My dad did the Nat. Geo testing. He found out that his family came from the Finnish area, which he aready knew. That was over 10 years ago, and I understand the tests have gotten better since. I might like to try it myself.
I'd like to try one of those tests sometime, since half of my genetic makeup is a mystery beyond "probably caucasian of some sort." (Well, and probably the source of artistic talent as that sure didn't come from my bio mom or get taught to me by my parents.)
It's weird to me that msbelle's results combine French and German, and actually makes me think it's really not worthwhile for me! I'm sure I'm more than half British Isles, most of the rest French and German.
We are NPR nerds here, right? In addition to Hamilton? One of the people I was out with last night told me her friend was interviewing Christopher Jackson last night. I was like, "Who is your friend????" Turns out, it's Gene Denby (they were RAs together!), and he was only doing it because Linda Holmes got sick. We all agreed we'd have to be damn sick to skip out on Christopher Jackson. In short: !!!!
I want pancakes, but any place with pancakes will be mobbed.
I'm headed off to the class I said might take. Starting to panic a little.
I am a somewhat fancy airport lounge with a dinner buffet.
