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Seán: Dia dhuit, an tusa Bean Uí Bhriain?
Good morning, are you Mrs. O'Brian?
Bean an tí: Is mé.
I am.
Seán: Is mise Seán Mac Mathúna.
I am Sean McMahon.
Bean an tí: Dia is Muire dhuit a Sheáin. Tar isteach. Tá fáilte romhat.
Good morning, Sean. Come in. You are welcome/Be welcome. (To differentiate)
Seán: Go raibh maith agat.
Thank you.
Bean an tí: Conas tá tú? Tá sé fuar tráthnóna.
How are you? It is cold this evening.
Seán: Tá, cinnte, ach tá sé tirim.
Yes, indeed, but dry. (It's a dry cold!)
Bean an tí: Seo do sheomra.
This is your room.
Seán: An-mhaith. Teach breá é seo.
????
Bean an tí: Is ea. Tá sé sheomra leapa ann. Tá ocras ort, is dócha.
It is. The room something something. You are hungry, probably.
Seán: Tá, cinnte.
Yes, indeed.
Bean an tí: Tá an tae réidh sa chistin.
The tea is ready in the kitchen.
Seán: Beidh mé ann láithreach. Cá bhfuil an seomra folctha?
I'll be there immediately. Where is the bathroom?
Bean an tí: Sin é, ag bun an halla.
???, at the end of the hall.

Síle: Conas tá tú, a Mhíchíl? Tar isteach.
How are you, Michael? Come in.
Mícheál: Conas tá tú féin, a Shíle?
How are you, Sheila?
Síle: Tá mé go han-mhaith.
I'm all right.
Mícheál: Tá áthas orm faoi sin. Tá tamall ó bhí mé anseo. Tá brón orm.
Delighted to hear it. It's been a while ... something here? I'm sorry.
Síle: An bhfuil ocras ort?
Are you hungry?
Mícheál: Níl. Tá mo dhinnéar ite agam.
No, I have eaten dinner. [?]
Síle: Beidh cupán tae agat mar sin.
There's a cup of tea by you [?]
Mícheál: Beidh sé sin go deas. Tá sé an-fhuar tráthnóna.
???
Síle: Brioscaí nó píosa císte?
Biscuits or a piece of cake?
Mícheál: Píosa císte.
A piece of cake.

I'm assuming I'll be able to fill in the missing pieces once I get some into the lesson.

Right, so, today will be full of weekend backlog, making appointments, and writing. If I'm very clever or very lucky I'll be able to get out some of Black Ice, some of Triumvirate, and a couple scenes each of the BigBang Mixup things I picked up as pinch hits. And then editing tonight, and Long Road, and bleh. It's not even that I have way too much writing crap to do, it's that I'm trying to pull myself back into some sort of organized fashion and it's not going as fast as I want.

Hm. And I have no idea what outgoing backlog from the weekend is, but it doesn't look like too many issues cropped up in my email over the weekend, so there's that. Packing should also start happening, there was very little of that over the weekend. But I think the solution is going to be start packing up slowly, a couple of boxes a night. I may have said this already. See: brain, scrambled. Like an egg.

Right. For my own organizational purposes: ~~Get to work. Do mail if there is any, clear desk, get sort of organized. Do emails left over.~~ ~~Check outgoing, there isn't much incoming, one each for me and Flutter.~~ Sit down, check publishing schedule, maybe do a scene in BBM/WL and bash the rest of Triumvirate into shape. ~~Check in incoming when it gets there~~, ~~pack boxes once that's organized.~~ ~~Lunch, German.~~ ~~More packing, more shipping, more work.~~ ~~Finish outlining BBM/CW~~, email that outline out. Work on a couple supplemental documents for Black Ice. More packing, more emailing, more day job work, stretch out, come home, do guitar, do Japanese. Long Road and edits on BBM/Snakes. Actually, come to think of it, BBM/CW could also take place in that 'verse, in addition to being quasi-Black Ice-history. Something to think about. And Jericho, and bed, and such things.

Tangentially, Tumbler is working out awesomely. I can put up all the little dribs and drabs, people can read and enjoy them, the format seems to work and I figured out the weird bolding problem. Awesome!

Or I could wait till tomorrow to hear back from the bank because today's a bank holiday. Idiot. Right, then! Making fiber kits it is.