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Safe journey, kid.
Thanks! At Heathrow right now, hopefully I’ll be able to get through UK and American immigration and security.
Just act nonchalant. That always works. For me anyway!
But it’s far easier to act chalant. I mean, being nonchalant is great if you are, but acting it? It’s very, very hard. Like not thinking about pink elephants.
Well, I’m past British security now, so everything seems okay. Just have to buy chocolates at Fortnum and Mason and a bottle of gin and of whisky and I’ll be ready to fly.
Waiting to board. Got stuck on the Heathrow Express between A and B gates, because the train doors wouldn’t open. A few guys were (very valiantly) trying to pry them open or play with the switch, I suggested we use the switch and pull the door at the same time and we managed to escape. The amazing female power of reading instructions.
See everyone on the other side :)
Through security and home safe with my family :)
Can’t read the whole thing, there, but shouldn’t there be an “Oh, my!” after Rothbard & Mises and Hayek?
If you don’t hear from after tonight, it’s because I was murdered by my cat. She has specific expectations about when I should be home, and I failed.
I’m sure she’ll be quite cuddly with every claw she’s got.
So, KW, we should presume you’ve a bloody collection of claw marks? Your cat really does look fierce.
I was ignored for all of last night and most of today, but while I was laying on my bed reading after unpacking and cleaning around the house, something started to gently headbut me. Apparently I have been reaccepted into the clan and excused for the excessive absence, although I now have a shadow following me around everywhere expecting attention for penance (not too bad in my book). I have one claw mark, but that’s my fault for picking her up when she wasn’t expecting it. Inevitably she’ll be sitting on my suitcase to filibuster when I have to return to the UK in mid-September. She’s really a very sweet cat, and loves people, although the birds, mice, butterflies, and raccoons near our house might feel differently about that judgement.
(She was also the cutest damn kitten in the entire world).
I will concede that kittens are cute. Then they grow up. (Not a cat person.)
Siamese are basically just dogs in cat bodies. She fetches, comes when we call, walks on a leash, and loves to play with people.
And will still lay on anything you try to see or work on.
And as my ebony is reminding me, will never shut up. Dogs bark, Siamese and Oriental Body-Type cats talk a lot.
Ours actually don’t fit the stereotype, they are silent 99% of the time (which I’m happy about, honestly). The unending desire to hang out on books I’m trying to read or running across the computer drives me crazy, but I think my parents were secretly grateful for it during high school, because the cat was the only thing that could distract me from school work at 11:45 pm, and get me to play with her (and maybe go to bed) instead of forging ahead.