Today is so busy that I'm doing stupid things. Like being unable to count and packing too many books into my bag and losing my shopping list.
On the other hand, being so busy means I've sorted out the boar season in Medieval France and that I can probably have a boar hunt in my novel (if I want). I've also cheated madly and gumbo is on the stove and rice is in the cooker, ready for dinner tonight (which will be very late) and lunch tomorrow. Possibly also dinner Thursday.
I got to go to a very cool Facebook showing of a short film and its after-party ( the website is at
http://www.barrier.tv/channel/) which delayed my boar hunt, but not by too much.
I'm all prepared for teaching tonight. I'm mostly prepared for teaching tomorrow. I'm officially 1/3 of the way through the form I need to fill in this week (15 pages and a zillion attachments - the attachments are the slow bit).
I'm spending time I don't have stirring Alan Baxter. This is probably a very foolish thing to do. That doesn't make it less irresistible. It's not witty stirring - just seeing if I can annoy him muchly. This is how I deal with overwork. I either stir my characters (which I can't, beause I'm working on background today) or my students (which I can't cos this mob is serious) or my friends. Al cops it because we're probably doing a kaffeeklatsch together at Freecon (an 'ask the expert' one - ask him about sensible things like fight scnees and ask me silly things like how to insult in Old French, or what bits of the boar you feed the hounds after the hunt) and he will have every chance of getting even.
I've finished my coffee - time to find that shopping list. Then back to the boar hunt!! (I might decide not to have it, but at least I shall have checked it out thoroughly first.)
ETA: Consider Mr Baxter stirred...
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