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*sigh*
Well, on the upside, I successfully made the beet dish without, say, any cats breaking glassware into it, which is a nice change from last go around. Though Arthur was remarkably interested in the cooking process; one of these days I'll sit him down and explain the whole 'obligate carnivore' thing. (And I don't think I'll break my brain of the habit, every time I ponder this side, of proclaiming in big round Roland Hedley tones, "We're eating more beets!")
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brooksmoses fallen down a thirty foot well and not all right. Eventually climbed out at least far enough to make cookies, too. (These cookies, incidentally, are redbird's fault, if I'm remembering right; she made a flippant comment to alt.poly about making cinnamon and chocolate chip cookies something like two months ago, and I said I thought it was a good idea and would have to do it. I finally accumulated the tuits. Now that I've made them I don't feel like eating them though, which means there'll be enough for potluck even though teinedreugan will be up before me.)
Then I said, "Okay, gotta get some writing done, it would sorta be painful to lose my None-o go this late in the month," and write 319 words. Whoa. Okay. 61 done, 1240 words.
Spent time immediately after phone call with
brooksmoses fallen down a thirty foot well and not all right. Eventually climbed out at least far enough to make cookies, too. (These cookies, incidentally, are redbird's fault, if I'm remembering right; she made a flippant comment to alt.poly about making cinnamon and chocolate chip cookies something like two months ago, and I said I thought it was a good idea and would have to do it. I finally accumulated the tuits. Now that I've made them I don't feel like eating them though, which means there'll be enough for potluck even though teinedreugan will be up before me.)Then I said, "Okay, gotta get some writing done, it would sorta be painful to lose my None-o go this late in the month," and write 319 words. Whoa. Okay. 61 done, 1240 words.