Day 204Monday, December 21st
The longest night
The Thiess farm

And as they went on their journey, they came in the evening to the river Tigris, and they lodged there ( Read more... )

Wednesday lunchtimeI look out of the window again and bite my lip. The snow is still falling, and I am certain that in the last hour it has begun to get thicker. The wind has picked up, too, and just as I think that the door flies open, a gust of cold air and snow blowing in. The bell rings madly, and I shut the door with effort, making sure that ( Read more... )

[Dinnertime, Sunday, December 13 (day 196)]
[Dorian's apartment]Friday was not the best of days, after I saw Lucien. Lannie caught me aside after lunch, and spoke with me a little. None of it was to the good. Well... what she's been able to do of late, that was, and a kindness as well. But the rest of it, the Grindhouse and the closing up ( Read more... )

Early evening, Friday 11 December. Kate's apartmentSnow has begun to drift down outside, a thin white flurry. It won't stick, I think, but the weather's getting cold enough that soon it might. I feel better rested today than I have done all week, but now the store is shut up for the night and I'm expecting Tess to arrive I feel rather sick with ( Read more... )

[Late morning of Thursday, December 10 (day 193)]
[At the Sacred Whore Miskatonic]One thing I grant to feeling unwell--makes it sure as hell that once I wake up on not lying abed rather than hauling myself to the kitchen for mint and chamomile. Shower and dress warm and'm standing by the stove for what heat it has and looking out at the grey sky ( Read more... )

Wednesday, December 9thBloody miserable day. Bin a lot of 'em lately an' I'm sick of it. Not in a good mood t'day at all. Syl came past yesterday an' told us Miss Wanda's shacking up with the fuckin' devil. Cos Tez doing that wasn't enough fer 'im, apparently. Syl was pretty shook up about it and said we couldn't go stayin' with Wanda. Could've ( Read more... )

Day 186 Saturday, December 5th
A grey sort of afternoon
The Carnival

"I met an angel," she told me, curled 'round me in her bed. "I met an angel." How d'you come t'grips with somethin' like that? Kate seems t'be managin' the idea 'n I guess it's easier from what she says 'n what happened t'me out at the farm. Still. I ain't bin 'round t'the ( Read more... )

[Mid-afternoon of Thursday, November 26 (day 179)]
[The Miskatonic Café]Not sure if it's the weather or the unsettling of moving, but I'm not feeling particular well of late. I've not quite slipped 'round to sleeping through the days again, with neither of them quite doing it, but all joking aside I've been particular disinclined to get out of bed ( Read more... )

Day 177 Tuesday, November 24th
Can't hear the singin' fer the song
The ApothecaryOh, this week's bin good t'me. I feel like I've bin grinnin' since that night with Kate and ain't stopped yet. We've only done it once more, but she seems t'enjoy it. I whistle t'myself as I grind the shredded bark in the bowl. Half for powder 'n half fer brewin' t ( Read more... )

Day 169 Monday, November 16th
The moon's come up though it's near gone
Kate's apartment

Kate and Tess have gone out to the Carnival for an evening. Will escorted them around and showed them the rides and such, and Kate has invited Tess back to her apartment to stay the night.

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"It was lovely, wasn't it? I'm looking forward to so many ( Read more... )