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a) Beidh mé ag dul go Londain amárach agus beidh mé ag filleadh abhaile Dé Sathairn. Ní beidh mé in ann bualadh le Seosamh mar beidh mé an-ghnóthach. Risteard.
Dúirt Risteard go mbeidh sé ag dul go Londain amárach agus beidh sé ag filleadh abhaile Dé Sathairn. Dúirt sé go nach mbeidh sé in ann bualadh le Seosamh.

b)D'fhan mé istigh aréir toisc go raibh an-tuirse orm. Bhí mé traochta agus níor fhéad mé rud ar bith a dhéanamh. Shuigh mé síos agus thit mé do mo chodladh sa chathaoir. Máirín.
Dúirt Máirín gur fhan sí istigh aréir toisc go raibh an-tuirse uirthi. Dúirt sí gur traochta í, agus nár fhéad sí rud ar bith a dhéanamh. Dúirt sí go shuigh síos agus thit sí do a chodladh sa chathaoir.

c) Táinig mé abhaile thart ar a hocht a chlog ach ní fhaca mé Neasa mar bhí sí imithe amach. Chuaigh mé amach níos déanaí agus d'fhág mé nóta dí. Ní raibh mé in ann fanacht.
Dúirt Cáit gur tháinig sí abhaile thart ar a hocht a chlog ach nach bhfaca sí Neasa mar bhí sí imithe amach. Dúirt sí go ndeachaigh sí amach níos déanaí agus gur fhág sí nóta dí.


That was an interesting night. Let's not do that again.

Got a bunch of stuff done last night! I figured out Scrivener, I started to figure out Smashwords, I finished the blog post for this week and I made a good healthy dinner for the boy, who'd gotten the lawn cut. I had a ridiculous idea late into the night, and then went to bed a bit early.

And then at two in the morning the boy wakes up, moves around in the bed, and I hear "oh shit," which wakes me up more. "What's up?" says I, still half asleep and thinking he's remembered something, maybe he meant to go in for half a night's work or not sleep so late. "The neighbor's shed's on fire."

So, that happened.

Whole thing burned down to the floorboards. Upper corner of their neighboring shed caught fire. I'm not sure what they use those things for but they do use them, there's been some speculation that maybe one's a music studio? They grow things so maybe one's a drying shed. Something. But it burned. Straight down. It was a bit horrifying to look at and realize that's in my own backyard. The boy saying that if it hadn't been so wet did not help at ALL, because I've known times down here when it was likely that dry, and I would have been spraying the hell out of the back yard just to keep it wet enough to not catch fire till the fire department got here. Fortunately they got there pretty quick. Two or three engines, there's a hydrant right across the street, it got put out in 20 minutes. Then they stuck around a chunk of the night, but they were gone by morning.

I'd call off work if I could afford it, but with Dragon*Con coming up that's not going to happen. So. Today pretty much the only thing I really have to get done is finish drafting Gods and Monsters, maybe start in on the next section. I'd also like to get my sense of my web presence better organized, and figure out some sort of a plan for publishing some of these stories, but I have no idea if that's going to happen or not. Tomorrow I think I'll also do some baking of oatmeal cookies or something for the poor Eisbiebers next door. I don't know, what DO you make for "I'm sorry your shed burned down" occasions? At least no one was hurt. No one's home burned down. I think. But that was hella scary. I can only imagine how they must feel.