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Lest We Forget
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Nine.
This is not a drill. There are 41 years left on the duration. Nine have elapsed.
As I've said before, I feel warranties should come with an extension.
Much love on this glorious 25th of May.
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Eight. Eight.
(I initially thought about just saying "42!" Which would be the answer to why I am happy, but comes with a whole lot of unrelated associations.)
But yes. Eight years.
Best decision I ever made.
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AaaaaAAAAaaaah.
Okay. Nearly ready. Plans for today, relating to travel, are "pack". I need to add one set of clothes, plus something nice for the Hugos. (Probably just a dressier than usual top; there is a certain shrug-and-carry-on[1] freedom to living out of a bag for most of a week ( Read more... ) -
Seven years, and the lilacs are blooming
Seven years ago today.
We had silk lilacs at the ceremony, because plant lilacs are just terrible for everyone's allergies.
Seven years and I don't think I could have made a better decision.
To unused warranties.
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"Do you have salt? I would have salt."
Jack Vance died today.
"A golden witch named Lith has come to live on Thamber Meadow. She is quiet and very beautiful."
I'm... this is so odd to say, but I'm offended. It's Jack Vance. He's been there forever. He's-- not an institution, but a cornerstone. He shouldn't die.
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