((Trying to reconnect to my Vimes. If you think it sucks, just ignore it. This is for me ( Read more... )

The lilac's blooming. It always sneaks up on me. I never remember until the day ( Read more... )

Entry: Sam's been switched. With that young man he... yeah. I was rather... harsh with him. The other one, I mean. Why can't I accept him? Sam likes him. He's not going away.

Entry: Carcer has decided that tormenting me with a stuffed lamb is a good move. Are there words to express how much I hate him?

... And Young Sam said he was attractive.

Entry: Been too dazed to make entry lately. Found Young Sam in the Nexus. Older. Nineteen. Likes men. Don't understand it, but... he's my son. Or will be. I love him ( Read more... )

Vimes portals into Ankh-Morpork with Future Young Sam, who's not that young any more. He proceeds along the streets at a steady pace, glancing occasionally at the young man keeping pace beside him.

Entry: Had to metaphorically smack Young Vimes around today. Gods, how could I ever have been that stupid? Youth is overrated ( Read more... )

Day... bugger. Whatever. Entry: Finally caught the Opera House thief. Well, caught is too strong a word. Followed her around moping until she gave herself in. Ha! What kind of option is that for me? Really. I'm getting soft. I hate the Nexus. Life would be so much easier if I could just kick arse now and then ( Read more... )

Day eighteen. Finally decided to try to not be a suspicious bastard for at least a few hours. Will go on holiday with Sybil. Still have to decide whether Quirm is best place, though really think it is. Might be somewhere better, though. Want it to be perfect for Sybil. Of course, Young Sam would probably love the seashore. Where is nearest seashore ( Read more... )

Day nine. Again, no entry yesterday. No excuse, other than was busy. Forgot. Hope Sybil doesn't find out. Told her I'm pleased with journaler thing. She seemed happy ( Read more... )