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I’ve only been up for a little while, but it’s been an odd morning. Ah well, I was due for one anyway. Of course there’s never any such thing as a normal morning, especially with kids (now adults), dogs, and books around. There’s always a bit of madcap fun happening somewhere. In any case, I’m in the serious throes of deciding about the next serial. This is the stage of batting a thousand…

A squash, a blossom, the leaves… A very clear sign autumn is nigh, and I for one can’t wait. Summer has been Non-Optimal in these parts, despite reasonably good air conditioning and the help of friends. I’m ready for crisp mornings, cool nights, falling leaves, punkin spice, spookytimes, and my favourite, rain. We won’t get all that for a short while yet, though. September looks to prefer…

Not making any decisions at least until the coffee soaks in this morn, and may even put that off until I’ve had brekkie, Boxnoggin has had walkies, and I have shambled my own corpse. It’s not so much that I’m cranky as that I am in the mood to lop certain tasks indiscriminately, and that will not serve the end of simplifying matters save in the shortest of short terms. Bother. At least the…

Might be clawing my way out of an introvert’s exhaustion; yesterday saw good wordcount and formatting the weekly subscription drop, so Past Me gets a little pat on the head. Setting oneself up for success is a skill, usually only blundered into after years of the opposite. I was considering switching away from Gumroad to Ko-fi, since I am deeply disappointed in the former’s behaviour despite…

Truly resented crawling out of bed this morning. Didn’t get even 200 words yesterday, what with meetings and other stuff, plus general malaise. Things falling apart, the center cannot hold, all that. The one bright spot was Morning Lili getting the sheets washed and the bed put back together, so Evening Lili collapsed upon the result and was very, very glad for the previous self’s foresight and…

I sometimes think of stopping the blog… but then, inevitably, someone tells me how they found something of use in it, and I think well, maybe not yet. It’s always been shouting into the void; when the void rumbles back, though, one does well to heed. Mostly. Yesterday saw a visit from a very nice young man who poked around the microwave. Since the problem–despite being a well-known thing that…

Started the morning by forgetting to put ground coffee in the Moka pot, with a bonus action of getting sprayed by hot water because I didn’t get the lid closed in time. Thursday getting rather fresh with me, right out the gate. In my defense I was thinking about the violentisation of journalistic language and how it’s shifted in my adult lifetime. The headlines are full of breathless phrases…