January 30th, 2007

Far Away

To those in the know

Tired fingers are silly fingers. These are the lessons one learns when...one has tired fingers, I suppose. I just cackled at myself for no reason and Rosa looked at me oddly. I think she has a point there.

I finally got ahold of someone at Melk Abbey, though they weren't particularly full of information. In fact, he called me a 'child-bearing traitor'. I thought that was an interesting choice for an insult. 1. He didn't pay attention in biology. 2. Why would I be offended by that? Well, other than the connotation that I am in fact, a woman. But I'm fairly sure he wasn't aware of those particular connotations. And after Thomas I'm used to those anyway. He's just jealous he doesn't get the sex. Anyway, an old friend of mine, Charles, happened to overhear that it was me this man was abusing over the phone and after a rather amusing tussle I got to listen in on, he managed to get the phone away from the man. Charles informs me that Rolf is in Rome. Why a catholic would want to go there, I don't know. He's unreachable and should be back in a few days. Not the most fantastic news, but at least he's not avoiding me. I hate it when he does that.

And now I am heading home to meet my wife when she gets done with classes. This is my happy face! You just can't see it.
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