The Stars and the Cookie Jar

So, proving that I'm just special that way, today I wrote scenes to finish a piece I started two years ago. Apparently my characters need to age like cheese.

Also, our housemate spent yesterday in a state of Twilite Sleep. It was kind of alarming.

Off to nurse my sinus infection now. It is probably sovay's leftover sinus infection from 5 years ago, returned in the spirit of the season.

Hwark. Honk.

ETA: The Peapod, it phears me. I managed after talking to three people to get a $15 credit for the inconvenience of 2+ hours late delivery / vanishing Cat Chow, plus the disappearing reappearing Cat Chow is due to show up tomorrow between 6 and 8.

I customer, you vendor. I right, you wrong. /primitive Selkie