Out of practice.

Got some clay today because I have things I need to make. My skills are lacking. It's been too long. Fortunately, clay recycles well, and I'll give it another go another day.

Still no plants.

Still a bit . . . I guess, lonely.

May go fiddle with my bricks so as to be more useful. And I need to put the laundry in the dryer. Think about construction.

Meh. 'Nother hot flash.

Addendum. Oh yeah. The other incense order I placed was for some kyphi; I looked at a bunch of places, and only those people mentioned the honey. I got a note from them earlier today confirming that I didn't need charcoal or anything to go with the order; I thanked them and said no. Got back a nice personal note about the incense and the fact that it's the personal favorite of the correspondent (though apparently her husband prefers another one of their products). I have taken an irrational liking to these people.

New stove delivery organised.

Yay. (Just got a phone call from the appliance dispatcher.)

It will be delivered next Tuesday.

It would have been delivered on Friday, but their timespan edged into time that was already booked for going to New Hampshire with. (*wommmmmmmmmmmmmm*) Which I realised somewhat belatedly and quickly pulled a reschedule.

Of course, they wouldn't necessarily be that late, but. . . .

Addendum: Argh. No, it won't be next Tuesday. They misscheduled. Offered Wednesday evening. No dice. So it'll actually be delivered Thursday morning. Which means I'll get up early so's to be ready in case and it won't actually show until eleven-thirty. Not that I've done this before or anything.

Okay, it's not just worried over James.

I just broke down in hysterics over a communication failure again.

Can't get the words together in an order that makes sense. Can't communicate. Can't say things that other people will understand.

Isolated.

Dialogue is existence.

Cannot . . . deal.

Cannot . . . fucking . . . deal.

Emotional stuff making me sick to my stomach again. He, she, it is nauseized.