Friday
Disjointed workday today - got up a little later than I wanted, and the whole day felt a little out of whack. Was not helped when, just as I am finishing up work-work and getting the brain going on story, there is a knock at the door and a schoolchild selling candy-and-candles-and-things so she could-go-on-the-class-trip-please-I've-never-been. I really, really, really hate that they make kids do that. I hate even more that I always feel terribly guilty and give them money (didn't actually buy any of the merch, though, just a donation this time) and then feel pissy and angry at myself for caving to the guilt. Just, gah. And the entire exchange derailed my train of thought for a good long time. I was able to get it back eventually, though.
So, several tags written, and more of the ancillary story figured out.
And I am arranged for tomorrow's Investiture, with garb picked out, gas in the car, the growlers found & washed & in the icechest, and most everything staged to pack. I may decide to pack the chairs & boxes tonight too, leaving just the garb & icechest for tomorrow.
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So, several tags written, and more of the ancillary story figured out.
And I am arranged for tomorrow's Investiture, with garb picked out, gas in the car, the growlers found & washed & in the icechest, and most everything staged to pack. I may decide to pack the chairs & boxes tonight too, leaving just the garb & icechest for tomorrow.
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