If your hopes scatter like the dust upon your track, I'll be the moon that shines on your path.
{Noontime, Wednesday June 2nd, day 367}
[The Miskatonic]
Mrs. Danvers sent a message this morning that she was ill and would not be able to come in to work today. I sent one in return wishing her well, and arranged to have flowers delivered to her home. She has been such a kind, conscientious employee, and she has taken such good care of everyone here, she has more than earned a rest.
I could have stayed home, I suppose...there is food enough in the kitchen, much of which requires little or no cooking. But these days I have so few opportunities to leave home, it seemed a shame to waste today. So, despite the ominous sky, I left around 11:30 to walk to the cafe. Some tea, I think, and some warm lunch, and the chance to enjoy both while watching the folk on the street...these things will make the whole of the day seem brighter.
I arrive at the cafe, and I hang my coat, and Tulzcha shows me to a table by the window. The rain is beginning to patter against the glass, but here with a warm mug of tea and the smell of good food all around me, it seems very warm indeed.
[OPEN to Glass, Nu, and anyone else who feels like stopping by]
[The Miskatonic]
Mrs. Danvers sent a message this morning that she was ill and would not be able to come in to work today. I sent one in return wishing her well, and arranged to have flowers delivered to her home. She has been such a kind, conscientious employee, and she has taken such good care of everyone here, she has more than earned a rest.
I could have stayed home, I suppose...there is food enough in the kitchen, much of which requires little or no cooking. But these days I have so few opportunities to leave home, it seemed a shame to waste today. So, despite the ominous sky, I left around 11:30 to walk to the cafe. Some tea, I think, and some warm lunch, and the chance to enjoy both while watching the folk on the street...these things will make the whole of the day seem brighter.
I arrive at the cafe, and I hang my coat, and Tulzcha shows me to a table by the window. The rain is beginning to patter against the glass, but here with a warm mug of tea and the smell of good food all around me, it seems very warm indeed.
[OPEN to Glass, Nu, and anyone else who feels like stopping by]