The Stars and the Cookie Jar

Thank you to everybody who read my ickle doggerel. Especially those with any knowledge of the classical world who still liked it!

(If it had sucked large, Sonya would have told me, as per standing policy, as per usual, et cetera et cetera and ditto. Instead I got praise. Oh, I am pleased!)

 I'm going back to my Russian history AU now, and ignoring the heaped quantity of untranslated poems for my thesis. Doggerel will rise again, like the Mary Ellen Carter, for the King Arthur film in mid-June. Because yeah. King Arthur as spun by Jerry Bruckheimer. It shall not pass.

And I have train tickets, a (cheaper!!) hotel room, and a kind ride for the wedding. All in order! Not only is there a simcha, but people I haven't seen in umpty years (or umpty months, in the case of Kraada andshirei_shibolim ).

Amtrak lets you book multi-leg trips now. It is a vastly improved system.

(snuffles around the room)
Who paid for me?
Thank you!!