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Please do not prompt my system to go into Twitchy Stressbunny mode without an actual reason. Presently, I have no such reason: all the stuff on my side for the event Saturday is in progress, I have transportation sorted, seed cash for the gate is sorted, handwashing clothes is sorted, I don't actually have to do anything there except count money and handle receipts at the end, I will probably be able to pick up stuff for the quarterly report there and if not there is still a week to sort it which is more time than I usually have, my in-person class requirements are all taken care of, and we actually figured out how to get through October without spending more money than we have left, which means that even if we wind up with a layoff week in November and two in December we should be able to just barely scrape through the year, which is better than we'd expected.

And yet my gut is knotted up and there are still cold streaks going down my spine and I can't stop looking over my shoulder despite there being nobody else on this floor of the building.

Kindly turn down my overreaction, please.

Thank you, ip

Me, to my husband: "Darling, thank you for writing 'antihistamines' on the shopping list, but you should know it's not spelled 'antihusbands.'"

My husband, to me, in the store: "They said 'there's a lot in the aisle,' but apparently what they meant is 'go back to the aisle and we will find someone who will dig the last dusty cobwebbed box out of the back storeroom and haul it out to you on a rickety wheeled plank.'"

Us, to a friend we haven't seen in months: "HI! How're you doing!"
Friend: "I'm getting divorced. I'm losing the house." *pause* *gleeful:* "It's GREAT!"

I can now honestly say that I have broken into a car armed only with a lucet fork.

This is a side benefit of string addiction I had not previously considered.

(... yes, the car was mine, I'd locked my keys in it.)

Back in the land of electricity, Internet, and hot showers.

Oh, God, hot showers.

There is so much iron in the water where I've been, my fingernails are ORANGE.

Happy birthday to joiedecombat!

( where the world is impossibly still )

Glasses: Located.

Wheat issues: Figured out that I was getting contamination off stuff in the area courtesy my husband's Sun Chip habit. Doing better.

Sleep: Still not so hot, plus the bonus of apparently pulling something in my back during my sleep last night -- again. Breathing should not go "ow". Going to be using a different bed tonight and figuring out what to do about it long-term in a couple of days.

Tomorrow: ... we have a free night at a hotel in Canada. JACUZZI YAY.

Sunday: I am fairly sure I have a CRAPLOAD of @mail to catch up on. Let's see if I can actually get it dealt with. (I managed to write yesterday for the first time in quite a damn while, so there is at least a chance!)

Morning: spent limping around, swearing at my hip and leg, trying futilely to get things done.

Early afternoon: spent driving around to pick up people's tax forms.

2:45 PM: I open the mail.

My mail:

A check.

A copy of Ravens in the Library.

And an original Mike Collins sketch of Spoiler.

I no longer care that my hip and leg are malfunctioning... :D :D :D

Occurred to me last night that I forgot to actually post this thing on my own LJ versus the comm. So, uh, here! Second chapter currently about 1/3 of the way through, I think.

Title: Red Sky At Night (part 1 of three or four)
Fandom: Captain Britain and MI-13
Rating: R or thereabouts
Disclaimers and Notes: (1) Marvel's, not mine -- all characters, and especially the lines quoted from CB&MI13 #9. And oh thank you Marvel for Paul Cornell. (2) I am making relatively little attempt to catch up on current canon; Captain Britain and MI-13 for the win, and I picked up the "Unstoppable" arc of Joss Whedon's Astonishing, but otherwise, continuity errors are likely to be rife. (3) Thanks to evilbeej for a very quick beta; anything that still doesn't make sense is totally my fault, not hers.

Summary: Pete Wisdom's always been given to bad dreams; tonight's no exception, and an unwelcome visit from an old acquaintance doesn't look to make things much better.

( "You did *ask* for a second boon." )

For those who are fond of C.E. Murphy: The Queen's Bastard is out today.

For an excerpt, try:

"The man you believe I mean you to marry is the man Aulun needs you to kill."