1654 and still plugging.

I have this next bit plotted out. I know what all the sections are for the next twelve, modulo a little dithering about.

And I realised something about a character in the last book that makes some of his vehemence make more sense while writing this bit. Which is . . . fascinating.

But this was good music for writing this bit:

Well, we all fall in love
But we disregard the danger
Though we share so many secrets
There are some we never tell. . .

I did something godawful to my left knee this evening. I don't know what, but it still hurts some several hours later. Dad considers this the height of irony and has given me the ace bandage he got from his surgery. Sigh.

Oh, yeah. Mustn't forget the Green Man today . . .

So I was listening to the news with Dad earlier, on and off, while reading some of the books I picked up recently.

One of the pieces was about one of those protests against marriage liberalisation.

They called it "Mayday for Marriage".

At least I presume they did; I parsed it as "May Day for Marriage" and fell over laughing.


(Just sharing the head-shattery fun!)