It looks like we'll have another couple of people helping out with the room party this weekend at AI, which is a Good Thing. Also good is the fact that AI's room party den mother (or whatever her title is) checked back with us about it and is making sure our rooms are relocated to the fourth floor. I'm glad she did, since I lost her e-mail address when the Deskpro died and forgot to ask the AI people I know how to get hold of her. (Not that it was my job anyway, for all that it looks like I'm getting stuck with it regardless. Grumble, grumble.) So on the one hand I may not have a room to myself, but on the other hand I may not have to pay for it either, and that too would be good, for I am a wombat of very limited resources these days.
Going to bed early (with no dinner save yogurt, since I ate hugely at lunch) caused me to rise around 0400 and then not be able to get back to sleep. I passed the time finishing The Tyrant, which is the one Raj Whitehall novel not written by Steve Stirling from David Drake's outlines; instead, it's written by Eric Flint. Flint's style of writing is different enough (and the main Center-affected character not being the protagonist may account for a lot of this) to give The Tyrant a very different feel from its predecessors, quite aside from the differences between the Byzantine Empire and the Roman Republic which make the situations so different. One of these days I'm going to have to take the time to track own and read the rest of the Drake/Flint collaborations in the Belisarius series, if for no other reason than to be able to compare the two series better.