Gentle Readers,

I'm just sitting here waiting for my computer to generate 15000 files for a test I need to run. I'm having a lovely week, fixing bugs and working for the weekend wherein I will travel to Bonnfield for Baron's Howe.

Given the weather, I think it's going to be a viking weekend, although I'm going to be a bit anachronistic and wear my spiffy new Red Boots. Yes, that is correct, they are so spiffy that they deserve Capital Letters. Plus they are Red. I ordered knee high boots and they come exactly to the middle of my knee cap. I think i'm going to have to trim them down in the back or something as the seam is a little bit pokey. However, they are so awesome that Lydia wants a pair. I don't think it gets more awesome than that.

I have to pack tonight and decide what project to bring. I was going to ask Constance if I could borrow her loom but I don't think that's going to happen.

Also, so i don't forget to mention this. Once upon a time Damned_colonial once told me that she disliked scotch because it tasted like it was perfectly good alcohol that had been filtered through the Piltdown Man's trousers. Now, it looks like they are going to be filtering it through the Piltdown Man.