Eagles Over the Kennebec has mostly made it over to Dreamwidth. I fear I may lose the reader comments, as they appear to have been stalled in transit for the last several days. But everything else has come across, including the Very First Post, reproduced below, for the nostalgia of the thing.
Then this must be a livejournal entry.
A *test* livejournal entry.
Did the gym thing, mailed a bunch of thank-you books, came home, checked email, including a note from a lady who is putting together a “Women in SF” class for the fall and would like me to suggest a time-travel SF to teach. She’s already chosen _Agent of Change_, _Remnant Population_ and _To Say Nothing of the Dog_. Time-travel *SF*, though… Must give it some thought.
Steve is making dinner and it smells *wonderful*. After we eat, I’ll hit the road to Augusta to visit the printer on behalf of SRM. Mozart the Maine Coon Cat is sitting tall on my lap as I write this, squeaking at me and occasionally nuzzling my chin.
Tonight I’ll finish the Miri story or it’ll finish me. Should’ve finished it yesterday, but the computer went bonkers and lost me hours, sigh.
And dinner is done, Steve just said “Kage Baker” — duh! — and I’m outta here.
Sharon. And Mozart.