Mad dogs and Scotsmen...
Jul. 19th, 2006 03:19 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
f4f3Just celebrated getting my little herd of cats off to their presentation by playing 9 holes of golf at lunch. Two under fives, for those of you who care. The thermometer in my car was reading 32 when I got back. I'm sure I'd be really upset, if I could understand Centigrade.
It looks as if my flying visit to London is off, probably because nobody in the Metropolis can fire enough neurons to arrange tommorrow's meeting, and I'm almost glad - upset because I won't get to see friends, glad that I'm not flying into the inferno.
It looks as if my flying visit to London is off, probably because nobody in the Metropolis can fire enough neurons to arrange tommorrow's meeting, and I'm almost glad - upset because I won't get to see friends, glad that I'm not flying into the inferno.
