Haircuts and Conspiracy

[rolanni]

This morning, we rose at an unghodly hour -- that would be seven o'clock to the rest of the world -- slopped the cats, had some cereal and motored into the Great City of Waterville in order to get haircuts, and run various errands.

The errands, including a stop at the Children's Book Cellar to sign a book and chat with the ever-engaging Ellen Richmond, took a few hours, and we returned home positively light-headed, bearing camera batteries, a CD wallet, the mail from the post office box, and Max!'s thyroid medicine. There is still a trip to the grocery store in our future -- tomorrow, maybe. Also need to do laundry as part of Dragon*Con prep, which is now whining into high gear.

At some point today, as kinzel and I were talking about thisnthat, I mentioned that I was glad to have heard someone pronounce Daav yos'Phelium's name correctly (that would be this way: Dahv), because otherwise he would have to be a member of the Conspiracy of Daves. To which kinzel replied, "Oh, I think he is, anyway."

Be afraid.

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