Quiet Day
Well, as it turns out, after my morning walk, I didn’t leave the Nest all day.
See, in the morning it was raining; then, by the time it got to be sunny, I had written my 500 words on Teh Collab and was ensconced in doing edit/crit work for John (Honeyed Words, the sequel to the forthcoming Black Blade Blues); then as it got later, I was doing some proofreading for Jak so I could feel good about going out for the evening; and by the time The Ogre, alas, called to cancel our evening due to his coming down sick, I no longer had any oomph for going out at all.
Oh well.
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So I stayed in, and drank some wine, and made up a big batch of delicious coleslaw, which covered my kitchen in tiny shards of bright purple cabbage. I’m not sure how that happened. It’s all cleaned up now…
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The spam comments to this blog amuse me. Sometimes it’s random words or characters with what appears to be links to pr0n sites; sometimes long strings of Cyrillic with what appears to be links to pr0n sites; sometimes highly ungrammatical praise of my blog (with links etc etc); sometimes highly ungrammatical criticism with etc.
This one I rather liked, though: Brim over I assent to but I dream the brief should prepare more info then it has.
Kind of poetic, in its way.
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Also, someone finished the pistachio ice cream. Thank god. That’ll make it stop screaming.