on to cambridge, with no punting
more snaps and some shameless promo

conference pictures aren't exciting

On the walk to the conference this morning, I found the house where the Husband and I will retire.


It's lovely, don't ya think?

I most of the day talking about Lois McMaster Bujold in front of a roomful of other people talking about Lois McMaster Bujold, which is the reason I'm actually in Cambridge. Near as I can tell, the paper presentation went well enough. 


Even Lord Ashcroft approved. I think. It's hard to tell. He's very stone faced.

The bulk of my day was spent looking at some variation of this:


So I didn't take many pictures. I did get some knitting done.


Which is what I do when I'm listening intently.

I've also learned what to do when I've run out of all other options:


Good to know it's there.


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