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Laundry done: tick.
Bathroom cleaned: tick.
Groceries bought: tick.
Rewrites continued: tick.
Cats fed and fussed and let in and out: tick.
Marquis re-acquired: not yet. He's due to arrive around midnight. He'll be exhausted. :-(

I'm off to eat and watch the beginning of the new series of The Killing.

Skirt of the day: grey with black hem.


So the marquis' return journey depended on a tight change of planes in Washington, which Those Who Booked It assured him would be fine, no problem, perfectly do-able.
He had to run to make it on the outbound journey, which allowed more time, because of the whole immigration thing.
The return journey... Oh, no. His first flight can't possibly take off on time, or even near on time. Leaving him with no onward flight. The airline are rearranging something for him (it's their fault, so they had better do this properly, or they will be getting a Brisk Letter from me). But come what may, instead of being home by lunchtime tomorrow, it will be practically midnight at the earliest. Plus, I suspect, a great deal of hanging about in empty, largely closed airports.
Colour both of us highly unamused.

Shoulders are a lot better today, and I pushed on with the rewrites. I guess I'll get a lot more of them done tomorrow, too.
Skirt of the day: black pinstripe wrap.

Alone again

The marquis went into work yesterday to be told he was being sent to Milford Ohio with less than 24 hours notice. This is only marginally better than the time we got back from Hong Kong to discover he was being sent to California the next day. Ho hum. He gets back on Saturday. Neither of us are at all impressed. This was scheduled to be our easy, no travel weekend. He set off at 7 a.m. I have rewrites to do and so on, but all the same, I'd rather he was home. Mutter, mutter, grouse, mutter...

Purloined Marquis Shock!

Reports have reached this office of the theft of The Marquis earlier today from Marquis Towers. An Evil Power (TM)(Mrs) is believed to be behind this outrage. The Marquis was last seen been escorted to a Sinister Dark Vehicle headed for a location referred to only as 'Heathrow'. A source close to The Evil Power (TM)(Mrs) suggest that this theft may last for as long as a week and that during that time The Marquis may be shipped to A Foreign Destination. Sources close to the marquise tell us that she is 'underwhelmed', 'fretting', and, most tellingly 'late with our breakfast.

The marquis' employers have elected to send him to Nagoya for a week. It's a long way from those areas of Japan effected by the earthquake and tsunami (and, indeed, the power station). It's been on again off again on again all week, which has been somewhat stressful, but despite their country (let's call it A) deciding to remove their own citizens from the whole of Japan, his immediate bosses are happy, it seems, for him to go. (Their bosses, who are in a more sensible country, are recommending avoiding areas of Japan that are affected by the earthquake damage and where there are food and power shortages.)
I'm pretty convinced he'll be safe. Part of me is slightly startled that [Company Name Redacted], who he's going to see, still want foreigners turning up for a business meeting when arguably resources might be better directed elsewhere for a while. But economic life goes on. I'm not impressed by his colleague from country A who has dropped out using the circumstances and potential danger as an excuse (though coming, as he does, from the country that's consumed itself out of iodine tablets in the last week, this is perhaps understandable). But I never like it when he's away for this sort of length of time. I miss him and the house feels weird.
The cats are pointing out that they are still here and that the effect on them is far greater. Play Human is away. The standard of Play they'll receive for the next week will be grossly inadequate.