Some good news and some not-unexpected news
And the Irish Times won't let me look at who got on the Frank O'Connor shortlist, but as no one contacted me to insist I come to Cork, I'm obviously not one of them. Well, it was fun dreaming. (I think buying that map of Ireland probably jinxed me, however much I insisted to myself it was for the purposes of family history reference. You have to be careful with these things.)
No writing was or will be done this weekend. Today is yum cha and then the Birthday Dinner for Jack tonight—he's invisible too so far, hasn't come back from his night's carousing. Yesterday was sleeping in, exercise and relaxation. Tomorrow, back to the coalface for the final walk-through.