In less than a week I head for New Orleans, for the Tenne...

In less than a week I head for New Orleans, for the Tennessee WIlliams Literary Festival. My parents will be house-sitting, which means I played "Guess My Sell-By Date" at the refridgerator for awhile (or, in some cases, "Guess My Planet of Origin"). Yesterday I also had the plumbers in, seldom a good way to start the day. I should figure out what I need to take in the way of clothing that makes me look marginally respectable (blazers help) - bearing in mind that this is a Literary Festival and a Dr. Who t-shirt probably isn't my best choice. I teach Wednesday night until 10, get home at about 11 (this is after leaving the house at about 8 a.m.) and have to leave for the airport at about 9, to arrive in New Orleans WAY after dinner-time. Coming home, I'll probably get back to the house at 10 pm Sunday night and then have to get up early Monday morning to teach. I don't expect it'll be a very inspired class, but at least it's the French Revolution, and I know THAT backwards and sideways.

Since I don't have a laptop, my posts will be pretty curt - whatever I can get on the hotel's "check your e-mail" station.

And, since the deadline on Mr. J Goes to Washington is fast approaching, my lovely parents WILL get clean sheets on the guest-room bed, but probably won't get much of a cleared space on the dining-room table, which is currently piled with papers. I do what I can. Sorry, Mom. Sorry, Dad.