Her name might be Fizzgig and not Sushi. I think it’s still Sushi, but stand by.
Post with words still coming later tonight. 🙂
Tag: sushi
Meet Sushi
Sushi Princesswhiskers Hazel, if you’re listening to my son. Nothing has happened to the Great Old One, but a friend of my wife needed to get her a home and Bek saw it on Facebook and now we’re a two-cat household again, pending any issues with integrating her with the existing cat or anyone’s allergies being aggravated or anything like that.
Expect a surge in cat pictures around here, assuming she ever sits still long enough to photograph again.
In which I continue to eat well
Made some better decisions today– I bought some stuff last night to have for breakfast this morning, so I wasn’t roped into paying extortionate prices for granola, and walked over to the convention center rather than taking the shuttle so that I could explore a little bit. I found a sushi place, far enough away from the bulk of the convention that there wasn’t going to be a line at lunchtime, so I ate well for lunch. Like fitty-dolla-to-hell-with-it-I’m-getting-reimbursed well. Om nom nom, goddammit.
I’m currently holed up at a bar in the atrium. The bar is actually closed, so it’s basically just a free seating area, and I’m going to work on the book while I wait for the next session to start. I’ll do one more today and then head back over to the hotel. Tonight, barbecue.
This is the waterfall twenty feet away from me:
It’s cooler in here today, too, which might be because it’s a bit cloudier outside or might just be because I’ve managed to avoid the ridiculous crush of people that yesterday was so plagued by. This place certainly does pretty.
Anyway, I’ve got an hour before I need to find my next session. I’ve gotten some fiction done today already, but I’d like a four-figure word count before I leave the conference. Wish me luck.
