In which Seanan is a sleepy genius.
Thanks to the cats waking me up roughly every twenty minutes last night -- thank you Lilly, thank you Nyssa, I need to make you both into mittens -- I was so groggy this morning that I left quite a few reasonably vital things at home on my way out the door. Among them? My cellular phone. Soooo-oo...
If you're someone I normally call during the day, I won't be calling you. And if you're someone who normally calls me, don't bother. I won't be answering the phone, on account of it isn't anywhere remotely near me. Call this a dry run on England, where I'll be out of phone contact for two weeks. Call this also 'Seanan is very blonde sometimes'.
This day is made of ducks.
If you're someone I normally call during the day, I won't be calling you. And if you're someone who normally calls me, don't bother. I won't be answering the phone, on account of it isn't anywhere remotely near me. Call this a dry run on England, where I'll be out of phone contact for two weeks. Call this also 'Seanan is very blonde sometimes'.
This day is made of ducks.