But my computer's death is imminent, work has been interminable, and husband seems to have been on mainly 18 hour shifts this week.
And now he's off to the Scottish Police Ski Championships for the weekend (with my very grudging permission).
One highlight of the week was the resurrection of the Open Mic nights in Dumfries, in a decent venue (So You!) at which the guest poetry slot was taken by John Burns and the music slot by a man whose name I cannot quite remember (into my 3rd G+T by then) but may have been Dave Gibb, and whose lyrics were incredibly, laugh-out-loud funny in his two "light relief" songs. He could also sing and play well (acoustic guitar), which I suppose is a bit of prerequisite for a musician (not my area of expertise). It was a really good, well-attended night.
And I read, and got invited back to do a guest slot myself as well as run a workshop later on.
Anyway, hoping to catch up with everyone over the weekend, though the likelihood of my getting round to the Mesoamerican prehistory post I wanted to write is now unlikely (have just seen Mel Gibson's Apocalypto). This is my jungle!
I am off to crawl into a bed-shaped hole.
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