I'm feeling grumpy. I ran across town to go to the Alison Bechdel reading, but it turns out it's next Monday. Someone sneezed on me on the tube - a particularly wet sneeze - and now the back of my throat is tickly and my nose is running. And I don't have allergies to anything that grows in London. Finally, on my way back to Brixton - an hour later than I might have arrived had I not detoured to ICA - a pack of 8 kids, about 10-13, got on the bus, and one of them smacked me on the back of the head with a rolled up newspaper. I turned around and they were all horsing around with each other, popping each other with the newspapers, but I couldn't tell at all who'd hit me because of the ruckus. Apparently they hit a couple of other people on the bus, and thankfully they got out after only two stops.
Anyway. I'm tired and I back to feeling like people in Seattle - some of them, anyway - wrote me off long before I left, and that makes me feel resentful. I feel like it's happening to shadowdaddy now, too, and that gets me angry.
Showertime, then. Pleased to say shadowdaddy got the work permit letter and he will, for certain, be joining me very soon.