With the fall term nearly ready to begin, Wilson and Aziraphale were spending a good bit of their free time researching and writing the materials for their classes. Today was no exception. They'd spread out one at each end of the dining room table, the remnants of a working lunch between them.

[ooc: For dr_jwilsonmd and untouchableskin.]

Considering what a strange morning it had been -- and following a strange and still being played night as well -- Aziraphale had decided to stay home for the day ( Read more... )

With plenty of help from a very small Marie, Aziraphale and Wilson had spent the day playing with Marie and preparing for any other wee visitors who might stop by. The garden behind the house had been turned into something of a small playground, with a swingset in the corner and a small koi pond for fish watching ( Read more... )

With Wilson off on his Wednesday clinic shift, plotting a surprise for him was easy. Aziraphale spent the better part of the day baking and making handwavy phone calls. Once of which was to Marie, with hopes that she might be able to stop by after classes and give him a hand ( Read more... )

Dinner had been prepared, eaten, and cleared away with the usual affectionate playfulness. Which meant that the kitchen had to be cleaned up from what was supposed to be the first round of cleaning up, what with the water and dish soap covering nearly every exposed surface. Aziraphale had gotten the worst of it, because he'd decided to refrain from ( Read more... )