Day 7

It continues to amuse me greatly that the buses that ply the main road outside the BBSR do not have numbers - buses at the pink stops head towards Hamilton and those at the blue stops head towards St. George's. They also drive down the skinny roads like doomsday is approaching, missing most oncoming vehicles by mere inches. The trips I make into town are thus at considerable risk of life and limb, today's only just compensated for by a thick slice of lemon meringue pie and a rather good cup of coffee.


Meanwhile, in a continuation of the graduate school applications saga that I have missed talking about for a while, Dr. Angus MacDonald of the U of Minnesota has e-mailed me to I show a lot of "promise" and that he wants to chat with me. Just as I feared! I sent him a rather sheepish reply telling him that I am not in the States, and asking him to advise me on what to do next. No doubt he will have me call him (at considerable expense); either that or I will have to face the insurmountable difficulty of persuading the lady at the reception desk to patch the call through to a phone I can use, and of course the permutations of Things That Can Go Wrong with that arrangement are endless.

Sigh.

Books:
The Scarlet Pimpernel - Baroness Orczy