summer heat, summer cold
So now I am 40! The merry rheanna27 arrived in Rome to celebrate with me, which we did by tromping about various places (including Pompeii, oooooooooh). Pasta has been eaten, wine has been drunk, and a good time has been had by all. Sadly, the merry rheanna27 also proved to be the highly contagious rheanna27, and I am now nursing a summer cold. My last couple days in Rome have been spent ... hanging around the apartment, mostly. And writing. But that's okay too; I meant to get a lot of work done here, and even looking out my apartment window has a certain charm.
I spent a good deal of the time on my birthday trying to prod Rheanna into writing more "Fringe" fic, a goal I feel we can all support. I thought, at one point, I'd found an idea that intrigued her, and I kept prodding her, until suddenly it became obvious that I was the one intrigued, and thereby ensnared in my own web. O irony.
Last night, despite illness, I ventured out for dinner with an old friend from college, whom I literally hadn't spoken to in about 18 years. She turns out to be in the foreign service and is doing her final days here before she goes in for training and then on to Mongolia. Happily, she was just as awesome as I remembered, and she's led a truly fascinating life that includes living on four continents (so far). And she knew good restaurants in town, too. I hope I didn't give her the Death Cold. (I did warn her via email, and she raised no objections.)
Within two days, the tag-team of divanoir and dianora2 will appear as part of my plan to make this Rome's Fangirliest Summer Ever. So I must recover. And write more. And heal through pasta.
I spent a good deal of the time on my birthday trying to prod Rheanna into writing more "Fringe" fic, a goal I feel we can all support. I thought, at one point, I'd found an idea that intrigued her, and I kept prodding her, until suddenly it became obvious that I was the one intrigued, and thereby ensnared in my own web. O irony.
Last night, despite illness, I ventured out for dinner with an old friend from college, whom I literally hadn't spoken to in about 18 years. She turns out to be in the foreign service and is doing her final days here before she goes in for training and then on to Mongolia. Happily, she was just as awesome as I remembered, and she's led a truly fascinating life that includes living on four continents (so far). And she knew good restaurants in town, too. I hope I didn't give her the Death Cold. (I did warn her via email, and she raised no objections.)
Within two days, the tag-team of divanoir and dianora2 will appear as part of my plan to make this Rome's Fangirliest Summer Ever. So I must recover. And write more. And heal through pasta.