We seem to be sorting through the school stuff okay which is nice and means that I may stop being a giant puddle of panicky stress soon, though maybe not given the news. Hell of a way to end 5780, folks.
Poking at finishing this short that needs done, though it's not for any prompt I have at the moment and I should sort prompts for priority somewhere.
I have been poking at Blaseball recently and dabbling more nad more in its lore. (Blaseball, if you are unaware, is a browser-based game that is roughly baseball cross with Welcome to Night Vale; it is cosmic horror and also entirely successful at generating baseball-type superstitions in the me.) Then of course Blaseball did a thing about which I have some moderate feelings. Here's hoping the Snackrifice works but people keep putting Tacos pitchers at #14 so I am anxious.
This morning I got AR to half pay attention to the very exciting delivery of crates of rocks. Rocks which are, I note, not imported, and will at some point be affixed to the front of the house. So that is progress. We just need Insulation Guy to come back around. And to sort out the front stoop, which I think happens first? I am vague on things.
I spent the afternoon letting the junior monkeys watch TV so I could work on getting my room together, which included things like "sorting trousers by function and fabulosity" and the related "mending rents in trousers worth mending rents in". The last of the bedroom art has been put up and my dresser is now organized, so that's all quite exciting.

Poking at finishing this short that needs done, though it's not for any prompt I have at the moment and I should sort prompts for priority somewhere.
I have been poking at Blaseball recently and dabbling more nad more in its lore. (Blaseball, if you are unaware, is a browser-based game that is roughly baseball cross with Welcome to Night Vale; it is cosmic horror and also entirely successful at generating baseball-type superstitions in the me.) Then of course Blaseball did a thing about which I have some moderate feelings. Here's hoping the Snackrifice works but people keep putting Tacos pitchers at #14 so I am anxious.
This morning I got AR to half pay attention to the very exciting delivery of crates of rocks. Rocks which are, I note, not imported, and will at some point be affixed to the front of the house. So that is progress. We just need Insulation Guy to come back around. And to sort out the front stoop, which I think happens first? I am vague on things.
I spent the afternoon letting the junior monkeys watch TV so I could work on getting my room together, which included things like "sorting trousers by function and fabulosity" and the related "mending rents in trousers worth mending rents in". The last of the bedroom art has been put up and my dresser is now organized, so that's all quite exciting.

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Hurrah, local decrease in entropy!
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What's on your prayer flags?
(Yay art!!)
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The jeweltone prayer flags have lotuses (Buddhist style, not Kemetic, but I take what I can get) and the yellow ones have bees. I got them from Alley Valkyrie, whose name you might recognize as someone who has written columns for the Wild Hunt. (Ideally I would have a third one, so we will see if that happens someday. Need the right symbol.)
Many art! My Boneclaw Mother is hung back up! (Not visible in photo, she is over the lightswitches.)
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For values of decrease. ;)
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Blame the cat gravity?
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