Fish kebabs

It’s been a busy week, though I’m quickly learning that these things all become relative. (How I yearn for a quote-unquote “busy week” from grad school days.) I haven’t seen all that much of Emelyn or Oma for a few days, but that’ll change tomorrow.

See, I’m taking the morning off to accompany the ladies on a trip to the US Embassy here, so that Emelyn can obtain her citizenship. (I guess she’s in some weird limbo at the moment, not unlike the guy from The Terminal. Emelyn, however, has the advantage of not having to live at the airport.)

Azure and I have been discussing the logistics of this little adventure for some time. Our appointment is first thing in the morning, so this’ll be a rush hour journey. Madness, really. Plenty of the debate has centered around how we’ll be trucking Emmie around town; a pram is ideal in some places, but a nightmare in others. Baby Bjorn-ing is good on for the Underground, but then again unmanageable for long lengths of time. Right now, I think the smartest option is to take a pram, and pay out the nose for a taxi to take us around town.

Not much else to report, save that the gastronomic adjustment coming back to the UK has been a bit more challenging than the jet-lag. I get a free lunch at work, so I have no business complaining, but today’s entrée was (microwave-steam-cooked) fish kebabs. Honestly, it’s like whoever makes up our corporate menu is using Mad Libs.