The chaos that surrounds me like a flock of screaming pigs

Due to the critical serotonin shortage I missed a couple of things on my 'to try to hit this deadline' list last week, and was having another fit of "What even are words and how do I make them" from which I have once again been rescued by Danny the catboy bard, who added to the previously noted backstory content (which had settled in at about ten thousand words of little vignettes) another near-three thousand words of vignettes and then, when I thought I was done with that already, getting "Let It Go" on random shuffle while picking up Youngest yesterday led to another 3300-some words of a completely different vignette-based backstory about brotherly love between family misfits, Disney soundtracks, and scrapbooking set against a backdrop of Cyndi Lauper.

I think I have managed to mine out all the backstory this boy is producing, I am running low on places to put it (though I suspect I shall at some point come up with some more "this weird thing happened when I was working the Renaissance Faire" bits, but those aren't remotely loadbearing, just hypothetically amusing), and maybe I will be able to tackle the next CFS now.

Of course I also have a bajillion little snippets of things to maybe happen Sometime if the opportunity presents.
( notes on that for my memory and the amusement of others (particularly MG) )