Morning, everyone. …

Morning, everyone. Well, I slept like a log, but only seven hours. I feel fine now, but expect to get tired early-ish. Throat still sore, ugh. Talked to David for a while last night, and he was wondering if it's the switch to Chicago smoggy air that's giving me this low-level illness. Possible, I guess. Don't know much about that kind of thing. Nuisance, whatever the reason.

I'm not exactly sure what I'm doing today. I sent Duncan a note, saying that I could get the manuscript to him by the end of the day if he wanted (which I can -- it's at 37,616 words now, so less than 8000 to go, definitely do-able in a day), but that it'd be better if I could get it to him by the end of tomorrow. I need to hang around here until I hear back from him (and even in New York, it's still too early for him to have read my note yet, especially on a Monday morning). So I'm expecting to just be here working in the morning -- might even do a load of laundry. If he calls earlyish, I might head down to Hyde Park for lunch and an afternoon of working -- the trick is parking, though. Not in Hyde Park, but coming back. There's basically two times when it's relatively easy to park around here -- between 3 and 4:30 in the afternoon, and after 11 p.m. Not anywhere near lunch, not anywhere near dinner. If I could only drive stick, I'd take Kev's car, since he has a parking space. I may try to rent a parking space. But for now, my driving is slightly constrained by that sort of thing. Although there always is parking -- it's just at the bad times, it might be six blocks away. Which really isn't such a big deal. I'm just a wuss.

Anyway, the point of all that was that I might work in Hyde Park for some of the day, but I'm not sure. If I need to power through the whole manuscript, it might make more sense to just stay here. And even if I'm not trying to do it all today, I might work at home today and go down to Hyde Park tomorrow. The samosas at the Reynolds Club are calling me, though.

Oh -- I made a food discovery last night. An exciting one! At the Indian grocery store some time ago, I bought some frozen bread that was called "Palappam". I have no idea why they call it that, since the picture on the front of the box sure looks like Ceylon hoppers. And when I got munchy last night and heated them up, I found out that they are indeed hoppers, and not only that, they're pretty tasty coconut cream hoppers. Yum yum yum! I am so excited that you can get these frozen, especially since I still haven't really figured out how to make them myself. The spongy part is exactly right with a delicate coconut sweetness, and while the edges aren't as crispy as they are fresh-made, they were still pretty darn good, with the sourdough flavor coming through. I had some with curry last night and it was just so incredibly good. I had to tell David to call me back because I wanted to concentrate on eating. I'm a lucky, lucky girl.

Okay. Tea. Work. Lots to do today, one way or another...

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