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[kittydesade]

Notice the correspondence between Irish le and English to. When used in this sense le prefixes n- to a vowel. (So... something, roughly, what will at you with drinking oh fucking prepositions NEVER MIND.)

Cad a bheidh agat le n-ól? What will you have to drink?
Cad a bheidh agat le n-ithe? What will you have to eat?
Cad tá le déanamh agat? What do you have to do?
Cad tá le ceannach agat? What do you have to buy?

The grammatical relation between that which measures and that which is measured is mainly shown by word order, so gloine (glass) + bainne (milk) = gloine bainne (glass of milk). The second word must be in the genitive case if it has one, thus implying the 'of' rather than using a word corresponding to it.
e.g.
Ar mhaith leat cúpla práta? Would you like a couple of potatoes?
roinnt prátai? some potatoes?
tuilleadh prátai? more potatoes?
greim bia? a bite to eat (lit. of food)?
slios aráin? a slice of bread?
slios bagúin? a slice of bacon?

An mbeidh braon uisce agat? Will you have a drop of water?
braon tae agat? a drop of tea?
gloine uisce agat? a glass of water?
gloine fíona agat? a glass of wine?
tuilleadh fíona agat? more wine?

Nár mhaith leat píosa císte? Wouldn't you like a piece of cake?
píosa feola? a bit of meat?


Okay, then. Note to self: review the genitive case of Irish things.

It's another one of those days when I keep thinking I should have more things to say, but I don't. Yesterday was productive? I discovered that it takes me about 10 minutes to do line edits on 500 words, which roughly gives me (exaggerating at every step for the Unknown Unknowns) 3 weeks to do Twisted Thread. Which means the aforementioned weasel attack but fuck you, weasels, I have shit to do. And these are definitely weasels, not wargs or direwolves. They're eminently dealable. So, that happened, and I got a good chunk, maybe halfway into the Haven essay that I mean to post on Thursday, and I got a fair bit into Person of Interest 1x03. So that should be drafted in plenty of time too and could it be that I'm actually getting a handle on things? No, surely not.

In an equally but less obviously important category of getting shit done yesterday, actually, I went up to bed early and sat and read a chunk of the first Matthew Swift book. Again. Because goddammit I needed some time to sit and just read a book and rest, and it was glorious. And then I went to sleep early! Still hit the snooze button a few times this morning, but otherwise got up early and did stuff and will be leaving on time and so on and so forth. (Also managed to calculate the time I need to leave to get to the bus station and where in the category of across the street from my drop-off it is. Go me!) I now feel rested and ready to tackle the day, something I haven't felt in ... well, a while, before this weekend anyway. Sunday was also a much needed day of fucking off.

... of course then I go into the kitchen to do a last couple of dishes before I leave for work and get distracted taking stock of and decanting my spices into their use-jars. Come on, self. Today is a week day, which means day job and writing, not domestic goddessing. Wake up now. Let's get going.

(... wait, what's with the missing icons on DW? This have anything to do with last night's crash? Eh, further investigation at work! ... oh, wait, there it is. Never mind.)