Dear Diary

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 a very personal nightmare.

Yay.

Not.

The old computer room is cleared out of all but the stereo and my albums. The new computer room is now being dubbed "The Nerd Cave" by yours truly. I've yet to tell if that's going to take off.

Speaking of taking off, I should get wriggling on today's tale.

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