return of the Invisible job
The other day, Pizza Hut sent Trish home early, as the lobby was "dead". I told Trish next time, to say to Say Bra that more people might come in after she left -- which Trish said she tried, to no avail. Then yesterday, the road opened up (we are in extensive repairs to Dawn's Highway: Dawn's Highway will take you all the way to the City of Night, if you really want to go that far). This brought in a large influx of customers, so she got off around 3:30 & didn't arrive here until 4:00.
In the morning, we went to the Waste Fargo to cash our checks, then when I returned home found Karen on the steps, carrying Trish's 30 buckadingdong headphones for her new Walkman; the others didn't fit in her ears.
I subsequently finished & submitted "Galaxies Controlling Fate", incorporating some info from an article on star-drives from one of Analog's Alternate View columns, & "explained" psychons by referring to Eccles, including his Nobel prize -- just to blast away at Baen's Universe's "problem" (Trek-tech) was pretty much ignorance on their part. I sometimes assume the reader knows as much as I do, thus making it futile to write for magazines whose editors are morons.
I sent it out, to be Critter'd, with some author's notes about how encouraging Stan is -- he thought the Trek-tech comprised "some pretty good ideas" -- compared to the insult I received from Baen's.
Waiting for Trish, I put a movie, Never Been Kissed, on the VCR. When she came home, I could sense her exhaustion -- but then threw a fit about the headphones: they were too big for her; Say Bra was going to laugh at her.
I started to fix finger-lickin' chicken around 5:00; we ate around 6:00.
Trish, being exhausted, only did the dishes for her evening chore. She did run over to Albertson's to pick up some eggs & other goodies; I myself had gone earlier for milk & pop: a fruity orange.
Other than that, everything went along just duckie. Sounds like one of the Animals: Cow-y, Horse-y, Camel-y, Donk-ali (which technically belonged to Dave).
What is happening to my family? Joe & John are the only 2 who call. Biggie's got himself involved with an elaborate "government conspiracy"; Jerome hasn't contacted anyone since learning that his religious studies professorship is being canceled, & Dan, we only hear from at X-mas, with a couple CDs for presents.
At least I have Trish. Onward, through the night...
In the morning, we went to the Waste Fargo to cash our checks, then when I returned home found Karen on the steps, carrying Trish's 30 buckadingdong headphones for her new Walkman; the others didn't fit in her ears.
I subsequently finished & submitted "Galaxies Controlling Fate", incorporating some info from an article on star-drives from one of Analog's Alternate View columns, & "explained" psychons by referring to Eccles, including his Nobel prize -- just to blast away at Baen's Universe's "problem" (Trek-tech) was pretty much ignorance on their part. I sometimes assume the reader knows as much as I do, thus making it futile to write for magazines whose editors are morons.
I sent it out, to be Critter'd, with some author's notes about how encouraging Stan is -- he thought the Trek-tech comprised "some pretty good ideas" -- compared to the insult I received from Baen's.
Waiting for Trish, I put a movie, Never Been Kissed, on the VCR. When she came home, I could sense her exhaustion -- but then threw a fit about the headphones: they were too big for her; Say Bra was going to laugh at her.
I started to fix finger-lickin' chicken around 5:00; we ate around 6:00.
Trish, being exhausted, only did the dishes for her evening chore. She did run over to Albertson's to pick up some eggs & other goodies; I myself had gone earlier for milk & pop: a fruity orange.
Other than that, everything went along just duckie. Sounds like one of the Animals: Cow-y, Horse-y, Camel-y, Donk-ali (which technically belonged to Dave).
What is happening to my family? Joe & John are the only 2 who call. Biggie's got himself involved with an elaborate "government conspiracy"; Jerome hasn't contacted anyone since learning that his religious studies professorship is being canceled, & Dan, we only hear from at X-mas, with a couple CDs for presents.
At least I have Trish. Onward, through the night...
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