What went before: So! Two-thirds packed in clothes. After I finish this letter to the internets, I will finish getting the laptop prepped and packed.
Or — a sort of productive day with intermittent flashes of: I can’t do this/Who thought this was a good idea?/I am going to get so lost/I’m going to forget my speech/and several other variations on We’re All Gonna Die. I wish my brain wouldn’t do this, but if wishes were fishes, we’d all be eatin’ chowdah.
Tomorrow: Early doctor appointment; possibly wash car on the way home; update the prices of books at Amazon; change out the cat fountains; pack the Big Bag with Con Clothes &c. Honestly, I have about ninety bags to take with me, each one embodying A Thought (for instance, I have bottles of distilled water to feed the CPAP machine — in a beverage bag). Perhaps I’ll be able to consolidate some thoughts. If not — ninety bags it is. The Subaru is commodious, or, in the local dialect, “You can fit two men anna boy back there.”
On that note: Everybody stay safe; I’ll see you tomorrow.
Monday. Dim, cool, and damp.
It took forever at the doctor’s office, which, given that the hospital is closing down around them I guess was to be expected.
I did eat a cheese sandwich before I went, and that turned out to be a good call. Cup of tea brewing and, yes, I do believe I will be having an oatmeal cookie with that. Or two.
Next up is updating the cover prices on those books that are, according to the Wisdom of the River, underpriced.
After that, I’ll swap out the cat fountains, and then I’ll start in packing the Big Bag, and trying to make some order on my desk, so I don’t come home to Compleat Chaos.
Oh. And I need to call the practice in Bath to find out what their preferred format for receiving my health records from Inland might be.
I should also look at the TBR pile on my tablet, to make sure I have enough to read while I’m away, given that I’ll probably finish the Earl this evening.
So, that’s the shape of my day.
What’s the shape of yours?
It pains me to report that Young Rookie Transgressed yesterday evening and pushed Tali off of the cedar chest, Just Because He Could. Tali left, came back with reinforcements and A Chat ensued, which included Staring, Smiting, and Being Utterly Unimpressed with Upstart Voids, no matter how cute.
I can no longer comment on Patreon, now that you’ve made your posts public but locked to paying users (I follow you there which is how I see the regular posts, but don’t pay to do so because until Dad’s estate is settled I’m on a very tight budget). I love how Firefly looks so supervisory in that picture.
Right. Patreon is against giving things away, so the only option I have if I want to make posts there available to everyone is to make it so only subscribers may comment. You can still read there, even if you can’t comment. And that’s only for a couple weeks, after which we’ll go back to how it was, with this blog being the primary read-and-comment-for-free zone, and Patreon only visible to paid and unpaid subscribers.