I'm suffering from guilt even now. Poor Fei Fei. If only she got along with our cats, we could have kept her at the house and she'd not be wanting for company.
My Easter weekend was very quiet, what with J.M-B. off to Boston to visit with family.
I had an idea for next year's April script writing challenge. I'm doing all the research and planning now. It's a silly thing, but fun. I've never written a script before, ever, so this should be a good challenge.
Of course, I'm putting that on hold until I've finished Overlord, which should hopefully be this week. Hopefully. We'll see.
Speaking of, I should be off to write the darn thing. Here is today's Forgotten English:
The participle kilted is sometimes used metaphorically to denote language that borders upon indecency. [Derived from] kilt, the English or Saxon name for the most conspicious portion of the Highlander garb, called by the Highlanders themselves, the fillibeg, or little coat.
- Charles Mackay's Lost Beauties of the English Language, 1874