Busy Busy

Mayhem had a later start this morning and an earlier finish this arvo. I have less hours for my assorted shenanigans today. Including making sure Owlbear works on OBS with everything else.

I have yet to work out KittyCam for my writing stream, and using the intro timer as well.

Baby steps.

Today, my priority is the offerings first, then a little screwing around in Stencyl. Just to have my chart picked in the new colour. If I ragequit Stencyl before the time to launch for Mayhem, I shall mess around in OBS.

Results not guaranteed.

I may or may not have my GoogDocs glitch sorted by not keeping so many fucking GoogDocs tabs open. Time will tell if it's right.

I'm only hurting on the inside about killing some of my tab hoard. It's fine. I'll survive. Somehow.

Onwards to making the daily dose of fiction.

Awake at 5-ish, stretchies until 6, feed the cats, torture feet. Continue with the stretchies (currently incomplete), ferry Mayhem to work. Back home, attend the backup reads.... and actually get to participate.

I still need to work on my daily offerings, post my Patreon stuff, prep to pitch again (I'm overdue), pick up Mayhem, pick up Beloved, and maybe get some time to myself.

Whoof.

I am going to finish my stretchies and then do what I can to get on with

I have, perhaps, a handful of hours to make and post my offerings before I am called to QPP-fetching duty.

I have yet to clean the catio, but I have ferried Mayhem out to get his work clothes, all paid for by the nice PPL at APM. He even got a free beanie out of it.

I will get to the catio after I make my offerings.

I also need to talk to the Stencyl Discord about the latest nonsense happening with

I have five chapters ready for recording. I have a fresh idea burning through my skull, so I'm kind of compelled to get that one to a point of stasis. I've got some jiggery-pokery to do to make progress towards Pseuducku.

I'll focus on the offerings first. Then do the voice recordings and, if there's some time between that and bread, fiddle about with the jiggery-pokery.

And oh yes, it's a baking day. I have the first loaf rising in the incubator

So far today, I have: finished a chapter (#419), done my stretchies, tortured my feet, had my coffee and pills, and cleaned out the catio.

Beloved was still lounging naked in bed, last I looked. Her day starts in a handful of minutes.

Today, I am going to shrink the assets I have for Pseuducku. I'll try 256 pixels square so they can still be 'readable' as the art I've already accomplished.

If that doesn't work, I'll try double that.

Results will

I've got the oven preheating for the second time, because I only had time to cook one bread, yesterday. So now I'm a few hours away from actually putting that thing in the oven.

...I think I might need to wash my lame. It doesn't seem to be working like it should. That's going to be interesting because getting sourdough goop off anything requires a decent soak.

After the bread's done and cooling, I pln on taking off to North Lakes to

The writer's group is going over their tales for the week gone past. Two days hence, Beloved enters the hospital for a very "Space Orc" operation.

* Cut open her arm
* Cut off the jagged edges to make them flat
* Insert a piece of a corpse's _leg bone_ so it's all the right length
* Bolt it all together
* Sew her back up

She'll be sore and sorry for herself by next parkrun. And very likely on some really good