Busy Busy

The moving is intensifying. There has been mention of a truck happening at some point in the week. I may have to wait to shop until next week.

I am endeavouring to focus on today's tale, but I have friends chatting with me on Discord and my lovelies relaying shit into the house.

It's not looking good for story progress. I am DISTRACTED-distracted.

But there will be a daily tale.

Eventually.

There shall be several trips with smaller stuff (and one person) over the passage of a few days. I still have no idea what's happening with moving the awkward stuff. No updates there.

I have fed the birds, the cats, and myself (yay). And helped out a friend with their writing.

The Promptcast is doing Booked For Friday, so I'm moderating over there. THEN I get on with the daily tale. If I'm not delayed by Other Stuff(tm).

I'm probably going

Four people, one cat, and a very small car do not a fast house-moving experience make. The Big Move is commencing in a series of short hops. Today, boxes of stuff. Tomorrow, a person.

There's talk of renting a pod to transport the difficult stuff, but I have no idea if or when that is going to be a thing.

My lovelies are spending a lot of their time unfucking the place they're vacating now, as that's a smidgeon more urgent than

My lovelies should be on their way. I'm all dressed up and ready to go on an epic quest for stuff and things. Which includes some asthma meds because breathing is good.

It's going to be an expensive week, and not just because of the meds. We need to stock up on this, that, the other, and mandatory mealworms for the Magpie Mafia.

They have Butcher Bird goons, now. Word has got out that we are soft touches. Now whenever I step

Yes, I once more must forge out into the wilderness of Shopping and get supplies for my little darlings.

I also have the rest of the nonsense stored in the spare room to unfuck.

I have no idea if I can do all that, the daily tale, and finishing off my Promptcast entry today. I'll see what can be done with the spoons I have.

Time management and spoons management is a thing that must also be juggled.

I have until 10

I got the desk part of my craft corner cleaned off. Yay. Which means I have a space to put the sort boxes while I sift through the REST of the craft corner. Culch and SABLE, all sorted into separate categories and stowed safely away.

With every good luck, that will occur today.

It may cost me today's story. I need to do it so the fam can move in.

And at some other point, there will be construction going on, turning

The backup reads [or bitch and share] are off because AMitA's showrunner is having another meltdown. Self-inflicted drama. Showrunner and Council have a knack for casting the worst possible light on things.

What they repeatedly refuse to comprehend is that the folks the Council have cast as irredeemable bogeymen... are the people making the most effort to try and help AMitA.

I am procrastinating everything that needs must be done.

In the agenda today:

• Powerwash the last quarter of the patio
• Today's

I think the fam is tackling the spare bedroom today. Which contains absolute years of hoarding craft supplies. Which Beloved promised, once upon a time, that she would organise.

Some of my SABLE dates back to the 80's.

See yesterday's blog about emotional attachment to things I spent a lot of money on.

There's also my job of moderating the Promptcast story stream. Which may or may not be a thing because the aforementioned clearing of the SABLE. Which promises to be

I have a physio appointment this afternoon and a shopping list that is growing into arm length, and no car. Or at least, no car as I write these words.

Just a little stress. As a treat.

On top of all the other stress going on because - once again - the Archive is blowing up with DRAMA.

After damn near two years of being told, AMitA's crew has finally noticed that the numbers are dropping off. This revelation has absolutely nothing

Skipping the Patreon stuff today in favour of Bread and Unfucking the House. I have boxes to sort and the house has a new skip to fill. Huzzah.

I will get the daily tale sorted, but that will be happening between everything else. Expect it late, if at all.

I have physio this Thursday and there's no sign of my lovelies coming to help unfuck the place. So I shall take command and assign some tasks to the kids. Namely - moving

I hope to get today's story underway after the fam has decided to take a rest for the evening. Hope. If not, I shall commence piling up the twofers.

I expect to be spending a majority of my day tromping around and moving things. Lifting heavy objects or carting them hither and yon.

I might get a chance to get a few words in when resting my poor sore feet. Time will, of course, tell.

These next four weeks are going to

Pretty sure I'm going to be helping out with getting the mess out of the front room today. So I shall be making a sincere effort to get today's story done before the babes wake up.

I just heard the kitty gate going. It's not looking good for that goal.

Story out whenever I need an extended sit-down, I guess.

We have a Plan, not a PLN. So that's something. The Plan, as I understand it, is to clear out the garage and turn it into the new computer room so that the extant computer room is free to become a bedroom again.

There's a PLN to turn the patio into a catio extension so that NannaDorbs will have somewhere to smoke. FTR she rolls her own so I should have few issues with the tobacco.

Yesterday, Beloved and Adorable rolled in,