rolanni | Saturday's Child works hard for a living

Today, we followed the Plan, the Plan being: Arise early, and yet not too early, don clothing appropriate to the day and hour and hit the Butchers Block in Fairfield for breakfast. Having eaten well, and yea verily caffeinated, too, we removed to SRM Galactic Headquarters, there to sign a quarter-zillion books. This small task accomplished, we to Shaw's and then Hannaford to do some modest hunting and gathering before returning home to the Cat Farm, there to dispose fitly of the Subway sandwich that we had likewise hunted and gathered, and so to our scattered computers went.

Steve is still working. I finished Chapter Eight, found a quote for the top of Chapter Nine and got set up for tomorrow's labor among the vines: Big tea party, very posh, lots of poisonous chit-chat -- you know I want to be fresh for that.

For those who have opinions on favorite -- and not-so-favorite -- series, Laura Anne Gilman, our own

suricattus, talks about continuity matters here (and with a nice nod to the Liaden Universe®).

The weatherbeans are still calling a Big Storm Sunday afternoon into Monday morning, with a total accumulation of 8-12 inches. I hope it's true this time, 'cause I could sure use not going in to work on Monday.

For now, I guess I'd better make myself some kind of useful and do the dishes.