The day after game night, following a carb feast of epic proportions, we are fixing what is broken in the kitty kondo. In this case, replacing a hinge I cracked with my idiocy, and replacing a sheet of roofing that got wobbled to death by the wind.
That's happening as soon as I get my clothes on.
Today's fiction nonsense will be happening... later. Possibly much, much later.
Because Pippi's former guardian is also planning a family visit. Whee.