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I was going to post something cheerful last night, for Virginia Lee. She found my posts about the finances of writers far too sober. I agreed with her, too, and so obviously did the hordes of people who failed to comment. I was serious when I asked for corrections and emendations - this is something I really, really need to understand. (I need to understand everything - that's the way my brain works. If something doesn't make entire sense, I will fret about it till it does.)

I was going to thank a bunch of people (who are not guilty of any of the flaws in my posts - those were all my own doing): Sean Williams, Alma Alexander, Sarah Zettel, Nicole Murphy, callistra, Narrelle, kulpunya, littenz, little_foxy and graywave. For the record, I know everyone's names, but I'm not clear whether they want to use their LJ identities or their writerly selves. Let me know if this is you and you would like your name whole and proper and I will change your identity. I am a whiz at changing identities today!

Why I didn't get round to doing any of that was that I was out enjoying myself. I watched the whole of Season 2 of Primeval, with a friend. I paid for it today, though. Except for teaching (which was lovely), today has been a bit difficult.

I told my mother I would come down and take care of her, and she announced to me that she would be well by Tuesday. I think she was worried I would descend on her and cook. She seems to think I have exotic food tastes, or like hot spices. Spices are good for pneumonia.

My mother really is a lot better. She walked upstairs, even, earlier today. I'm just a worry-wart.

I can't do a boppy post tonight, but I might be able to do one about the cool moment my students and I had today. Watch this space. Actually, don't watch this space. Get yourself a cuppa. That's what I'm going to do, after all.