Hubby informs self that he thinks she should bring her laptop along with her to Association for Asian Studies Conference in Chicago.
Why, self asks. She always ends up blogging into the wee hours, and then she walks around the whole day with the most tremendous, punishing eyebags.
“You might forget something you want to say,” hubby points out.
Yeah, like if self watches “The Tempest” at The Steppenwolf, and ends up in raptures afterwards. Nothing beats on-the-spot blogging, when she is still in the grip of rapture.
Aaargh, aaargh, aaargh! Self can’t think!