Dressed for crit group in slinky black long-sleeve shirt and matching slacks; distinguishing jewelry is a sparkly rhinestone spider pen; looking every inch the nouveau Goth princess. (Except maybe for having tacked up my hair on my head with a banana clip).
Printed three copies of T for readers, assuming they were available to take it on. They at least graciously left with said copies. Lovely people! Welcoming insights particularly on the internals.
A served chicken chili. Yum.