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R may be a bohemian bluesman, and I admire him for his dedication to his art, but he can also be very conventional -- I use that in the best sense of the word, without any pejorative. He's outside shoveling the walk right now. Not just the walks in our front garden, behind the fence, and not just for our building, but the sidewalk from end to end and our neighbours' side, too. A few minutes ago I leaned out the window and told him breakfast was served (I made scrambled eggs and toast), but he said he'd come in when he'd finished with the neighbours. I'm not sure if it's cussedness or someone caught him young and taught him to finish what he started, but it's admirable and way more than I'd have done, to be perfectly honest. Then again, as we discovered when we split the job last time, I'm balls at snow shoveling.

He stayed in last night and I didn't have much chance to use the computer, so this is the first time I've had to sit down and write in any sense. Last night he actually fell asleep on the chair before I went to bed, and I thought I ought to write or eat dinner or do something, and then I realised it was midnight. So I very wisely went to bed and read Kipling for half an hour before sleeping.

The time away from the computer has given me not so much a chance to write as a chance to lay out in my head what I will be writing, which is nice, I suppose, though writing would be nicer. Mum texted me that my stepfather got hold of the XP cd-rom and bought me a 120 gig hard drive (my current HD is 30 gig) so there's a good chance that somehow or other within a day of getting home I will have internet. Also, my parents have decided not to stay with Bernard the whole time, so I'm cautiously optimistic that I will be home. Not laying any bets yet.

I don't have to work today until one o'clock or so, which is good, but we do have a staff meeting. I like our Artistic Director, but he took an efficient one hour meeting and turned it into two hours. It's a little nuts.

And there's R so I have to hop. Hope everyone has a good day!

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FYI -- Mum has decided she doesn't want me wandering round the El at four am and R has chimed in with her (what is the world coming to) so tonight he's driving me down to a hotel near the airport and I'm staying the night there, then leaving tomorrow morning at the much more civilised hour of 5:30. But I will be totally without internet/computer, I'm afraid.

I owe people emails and such and if I haven't emailed you please don't think it's you, it's me and the fact that the only reason I'm typing this right now is that the woman who normally uses this computer is getting coffee. I will text to let you all know I've landed safely, probably around 11am CST tomorrow, and hopefully we'll have a newly repaired laptop soon after.

And now to the two-hour meeting. God save us all.

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Well, I made it back to the flat all right in the snow, but R was really tired when I got home so we're not taking off until 9. I'd rather have him rested and be a little late to check in at the hotel than have him doze off at the wheel, anyhow, and it gives me one more LJ entry before I drop off the face of the net for a while.

I've been watching Mythbusters and tonight they built a steampunk war engine -- a civil war confederate steam-driven machine gun that will dent quarter-inch steel. Their construction isn't period (they're using a water heater as a steam engine) but the plans are the originals from the 1860s, which is pretty fucking awesome.

Then I walked into my bedroom and Sugar was sacked out UNDER THE BLANKET on my bed. Bad dog.

I'm anxious about getting down to the hotel, and about getting to the airport tomorrow, and of course about getting home on the plane. I don't mind flying but oh man do I not want to go home. Still, I'm faring all right now that I've taken a huge dose of ibuprofen for the headache and packed all my Kipling. Whatever you may say about his politics, "The Village That Voted The Earth Was Flat" is a balm for the soul.