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It's Wednesday so I must be teaching. Today we play games with nouns, work on those three sentence character descriptions (and play games with them) and start thinking about how art and life inter-relate. After that, I get to see the optometrist and find out how good my eyesight is. Except that we already know that my eyesight is bad, so it's more a matter of finding out how my eyesight isn't and checking it's stable. If my luck has changed then my eyesight will have improved and I'll get new glasses.

That's this morning. You can see why I'm blogging early. I have 3,000 words of delicious non-fiction to write this afternoon and early this evening, and I get to play with some new software.

The burning question is whether I can teach in my nightcloths. The answer is 'maybe not.' I'd better go find my shower. Also some clothes.

I can write in my nightclothes and I can do phone interviews in my nightclothes - one day live teaching will be equally laid back.

PS Last night I did a complete backup of all my writing and teaching files. It came to nearly 4 gigs. I think I need to do some tidying, since the e-library component was less than 2 gigs. I've written a lot, but not 2 gigs worth!! Anyhow, now I have yet another backup I can tidy safely, though not, I suspect, today.

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I was teaching this morning and cut off from what was happening just a few miles away, at Parliament House. Now I'm in tears, reading about it.

Yesterday's welcome to the land was so right that I still can't believe we waited for one hundred and seven years for it to be possible. Today's apology was so essential that it still surprises me we waited thirteen years. I read the original report that recommended the apology - Howard's response to it was the single biggest issue that made me distrust him so intensely. If anyone doubts the need for what happened today and hasn't read the report, please read it. It's easy enough to get hold of.

Two small steps this country has just taken. Now the hard work begins.

call for entries*

Anyone have any posts they'd like to send for this month's spec fic carnival? Say 'yes' and send your favourite posts to philologa at gmail dot com. It will make her wax happy, which is good because I'm waxing fat.

I blame Conflux for me waxing fat. I was testing rice pudding tonight. There will - alas - be no rice pudding on the menu of the Prohibition banquet. Just looking at it makes one grow six inches larger around the waist and I could never forgive myself for creating fat fans. Or fat writers. Or fat artists. Or fat publishers. Or fat booksellers. Besides, there were technical issues with the recipe. Great flavour, though.

Rice pudding is not relevant. What *is* relevant is that the Carnival goes up tomorrow afternoon, with or without your favourite posts. I'd much rather your favourite posts were in there. So would Philologa, who is sulking because I didn't feed her rice pudding.

*bet that made you think I was running a competition. There's still a giveaway on my other blog, if you're worried about missing out on anything.

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What Aussie bloggers are saying about today.