Visual depictions of the aftershocks

This morning, MrPloppy got a phone call from the daughter of a friend of ours, letting us know he’s in hospital with leukaemia. Then tonight I went to visit my ESOL student, and she told me that not only was the taxi driver who was murdered recently a friend of theirs (not surprising, really, given…

Two hours to wait in O’Hare airport between flights, on my way from Ottawa to Columbus. The airport claims to have free wi-fi, but my laptop can’t detect it (I’ve been having pretty bad luck with wi-fi connections anyway – the laptop seems determined not to expose me to the dangers of the internet, so…

The observant among you might have noticed that I haven’t posted a progress report on the behemoth cross-stitch for quite a while. That’s because there has been very little progress to report. I packed it away before Christmas when life started to get busy and we were trying to keep the house tidy between visitors,…

Our regular last Sunday of the month Breakfast Meetup was this morning. As usual, we met at Trattorie, where Libragirl has set up an OCZ. Not a huge turnout today, just me, Lytteltonwitch, her ex-husband (who’s acting as her chauffeur at the moment), and Awhina, but we had a nice breakfast, swapped a few books,…

Yay! I managed to release 11 books at 11* am on 11/11/11 🙂 The original plan was to release war-themed books, seeing as its also Armistice Day, but I could only find one in my release box, and since St Christopher’s fell down I don’t have a good source of cheap books to buy just…

The battery died in my watch the other day, meaning that I discovered once again that I have absolutely no time sense. MrPloppy can always tell you roughly what time it is, even if he hasn’t looked at a clock for hours, but for me it could be any time at all. Which is an…