*squints at time remaining in month*
*squints at appointments etc within that time* Flying across an ocean, tax appointment, physio appointment, possibly dinner on an island (assuming I can get there), and a weekend of hauling Stuff on another island.
Hmf. Looks like I need to do this right now if I want to get it into the usual pattern.
Well, hopefully some of you are around ( Read more... )
Hmf. Looks like I need to do this right now if I want to get it into the usual pattern.
Well, hopefully some of you are around ( Read more... )
As he was slogging back in, Ruadhan said "Sure there is. You want me or you laid out for the day afterwards?"
"'Faster' is not necessarily 'more efficient', little brother," Donel replied, submerging the jug. "But since you ask, you. I've been waiting for a chance to pay you back for that gravel."
"It's my fault you fell over in the middle of a path?"
As he was slinging two of the rugs onto the carry-rope, Ruadhan automatically ducked when Donel snagged a rock out of the riverbed to chuck at him.
Since Donel knew his brother, he'd aimed low.
"Ow!" Ruadhan complained, rubbing at his knee.
"It's my fault you dodged right into that?" Donel replied, grinning, and used the mostly-full jug to block the spat curse that was his only reply.
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