5:14 pm:

i'm about to go crazy from trying to sort out this ticketing mess. in chronological order: we get the schedule (with the wrong name) and all the emailing bombardment that entails, we realize it's not for the frequent flyer oneworld plan so we have to ask for another schedule, and when we get that we'll have to compare. the trip covers so many bloody miles that we can't afford to not credit them as frequent flyer miles, but if we do, we'll have to suffer five hundred layovers and connecting-flight hell. i HATE flying.

and i still have to book the two car rentals, the hotels, etc. at least my interviews are set up.

elizabeth comes home soon, so i have to turn the cats back over to her. this is unfortunate, if only because it's taken me a full year to earn the tolerance and even, i think, affection of morcega.

however, my reading has profited from my recent overindulgence of gymming. i've finished brink lindsey, although i think i should reread it again at some future point. damn good book. by the time i leave in a week, i'll have finished hazlitt, callahan and borges. i'm practically on a roll....i'm taking von mises with me, naturally (i'm DETERMINED to finish that massive tome before too long), and the economics book that john lent to me two years ago. (note to self: arrange lunch and return when in houston.)

okay, have to run, i'll finish this later tonight.

9:14 pm:

i'm so thrilled about finishing this entry EXACTLY four hours after starting it. however, now that i'm here, my loquacity has deserted me. i've more to write about, but i'm going to abandon my poor journal in favor of a hot mug of chocolate, which i'll drink while curled in dad's big green chair by the fire.