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Sometimes, it was very nice to have a standing account with the pizza delivery people. It insured good service and excellent food, and they knew how to get to her suite in record time. It gave Ghanima time to unpack from Special Agent Cooper's wedding instead of trying to fuss in the kitchen, especially since cooking was not one of her favorite ( Read more... )

After the inner turmoil of the last few days, Ghanima found it soothing to be in her office, treaties and other stacks of paper littering her desk as she ignored them in favor of working on a class for next semester ( Read more... )

What? Another availability notice from me? ShockingStarting on Friday morning, I join the flashmob of librarians known as the 2009 ALA Annual Convention, and then go about terrorizing a bastion of higher education for the next nine days ( Read more... )

Anyone passing by Ghanima's office might hear a rhythmic clicking, the dulled 'thud' of chess pieces moving at rapid speeds as she played against the various tau awarenesses in her mind.

She was in her office today, rather than Friday, because she had a vague sense that her mun is on an airplane that day that it would be best to get her lesson ( Read more... )

After yesterday's interesting conversation with Merlin, Ghanima had gotten all the way home before she realized she left her small emergency case of melange in her office somewhere. And while she had plenty in her suite for her own needs, leaving it out when multiple students had access to her office wasn't a good idea ( Read more... )

Ghanima's final class had been... interesting. She hadn't actually expected people to climb on the sandworms, let alone jump into it.

The children never ceased to amuse amaze her.

Still, she'd made great progress on her books, and Ghanima now had five tidy copies of the abridged Training Manual finished, written neatly in unassuming bound ( Read more... )

Ghanima had a certain amount of prep work that she needed to do for Monday, and for the upcoming break, and since her player was eaten by RL she'd been lazy last week that meant she was in her office today, sorting through piles of very official-looking papers and writing some letters of her own.

This was either the worst idea in the history of ( Read more... )

I said I'd post this again, and lo, I have ( Read more... )

Ghanima normally didn't go back to her office after class, but she did not want to return to her suite quite yet. Somewhere out there was her stepmother, which was not a bad thing, but still a bit disconcerting.

So Ghanima sought refuge in her translation work; working parts of the Training Manual into a shortened companion volume for the Azhar ( Read more... )