I didn’t feel very well yesterday. My stomach was all rumbly. I wasn’t nauseous or particularly gaseous, just rumbly. Bleah. I had to take antacids twice on Friday night, and am coming to the sad conclusion that pizza and I are no longer compatible. Or it could have been those yummy sautéed tomatoes.

In the morning, Cat and I puttered, and then she went off to her other home. She’ll be back Tuesday afternoon (she’s working from home Monday and has Tuesday off). The rest of the day, I rumbled, and frequently considered napping, but never actually did. I know I accomplished various things, but now, on Sunday evening, I couldn’t tell you what they were. Eventually I roused myself enough to go to Grainne’s housewarming party. There were only a few folks left when I got there, but I had a good hour or so of pleasant chatting before I had to leave for the airport.

I picked up Ken—yay! yay!—and we came home; he was too tired and sniffly to go to the party. We watched the second ep of “Tru Calling” (not bad at all, although I realised it was the type of show that stresses me. Still, it’s Eliza…) and a “So Graham Norton”, and then went to bed. I don’t think we watched anything else. It feels a little hazy right now.

Today we got up late, ate breakfast, abluted, and went to Muirenn’s so Ken could fix her cross-trainer (he’d ordered parts for it, etc.). Then the three of us went out for Thai food, and I ate much Tom Yung Goong (same soup as the other day, but different spelling). And then we wandered off to Meg & Matt’s, where we hung out and ate tri-tip and spinach salad. Matt shared with me some rather rare single-malt whiskey, brought over in a diplomatic attaché case by Her Majesty’s bookbinder, who’s a friend of Meg’s. (Yes, we’re three degrees of separation from the Royal Family.) Roderick was over here picking up one of HRM’s books, which was on display at the Getty, hence the case (which doesn’t go through Customs).

Now, obviously, we’re home.

We’re considering a rather silly and evil and amusing plan, but I can’t talk about it here. Can’t tell anybody yet, actually.