First of all, let me just say how sorry I am that Londoners are living through this horrible nightmare. Our thoughts are with you. The most beautiful statement on this I read was made by a Frenchman who posted on the BBC. He said: “Yesterday, we were annoyed with Londoners and English people. London won the games and Paris lost them. And today we wake up. We realise that these little fights between old friends are for spoilt children. We are all facing a huge challenge. We have all to fight terrorism. We are all Londoners today. We all feel sad and share the pain of the one who are suffering today. Do not worry my friends, we will be with you in this fight and we will win it.” Julien, Paris, France Amen, Julien. Today, we are all Londeners.
Second, and now oh so less important, I sent off chapter 2. It is in the hands of the Advisor. I sent it electronically around 10 yesterday morning and put a paper copy in his department mailbox at 11 ish. I have yet to hear anything back at all. Which could mean a) he hates it and me and will never ever speak to me again because it took me so darned long to get it to him. b) He was kidnapped by aliens and taken away for experiments on human anatomy and cannot be reached for comment. c) the flying monkeys got him. d) He is out of town and hasn’t checked his email OR e) he just didn’t feel the need to respond immediately. In either of these scenarios DOES HE NOT KNOW HOW IMPORTANT THIS IS TO ME?? ARGH!
Third, I’m taking a few days off of work and blogging because my best friend is in town from the opposite coast and we’re going to play. I’ll check back in on Sunday or Monday. We’re going to eat, hang out, read novels by the lake, talk, talk, talk, drink, and eat some more. It’s gonna be great.